Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peeping Tom, artist - JT Music.
Date of issue: 08.05.2020
Song language: English
Peeping Tom |
I’m not an undercover cop but I just caught you on my wire |
Time to lay you out, the cyber bully’s on this Cypher |
Smile! |
You’re live on SpyCam and you’ll be dead first |
Forget a VPN, I’m creeping into your Neural Networks |
It’s cloudy out and I can see the war coming |
Assassination fears have fallen, call Gerard Butler |
300 knives rise, with the storm, I’m sky high |
I’m a citizen with pride, but with the laws I don’t abide |
This kinda Breach and clear don’t come with any warning |
How much I love the smell of Rolling Thunder in the morning |
I’m so fast to flash bang you, then you’re gettin' knocked up |
Anyone bring a Plan B for that Aftershock? |
Yup! |
Boom! |
Graffiti! |
All over rooms bleeding |
Bodies blown apart all on the walls, floor, ceiling |
I’m a show-stopping boss when I load it, one shot |
Send a robot not a Rumba, cleaning them up with a Boom Bot |
That right there is Sage advice, step to me you may get iced |
I’m a walkin' paradox, I slay when it comes to savin' lives |
I’ll raise you guys up like a Josh Groban soundtrack |
Pocket full of Orbs, roll with me, you’ll always bounce back |
I spy a tiny hole in the wall |
Nobody sees me, but I see it all |
Like a Peeping Tom, I’m a sneaky one |
Board up your orifices because your team is done |
I keep peeping even if it feels wrong |
But I’m not cheating, I just peek very strong |
I’m a Peeping Tom, singing my creepy song |
If you have clothing, you probably want to keep it on |
Hot Hands, I panic |
I’m throwin' fire — volcanic |
A manic that needs a Xanax |
These embers aerodynamic |
It’s getting hot in here |
So take off all your clothes |
Nelly likes it nasty, good thing judges favor criminals |
I’m that tokin' guy who’s goin' up in smoke |
I’ll ignite your Paranoia while I’m stompin' out your hope |
By the time I unshroud, you rotate right where I’m controllin' |
It’s too late to get your exorcise on, 'cuz I’m the Omen |
I love cartography, it’s kinda like pornography |
For me it’s only angles, and I’m deep in the geography |
One on Long, one on Heaven, so I strike down |
'Bout to let it go, throw my Stim, then I’m pullin' out |
Hold up, what are you smokin'? |
If you bolt, you’ll get Bolted |
Escape my grasp, and I’ll tag you after sendin' my drone in |
Just like a nice venue, your location’s all I’m promotin' |
I’m Sova the bowman, I was on an episode of Joe Rogan |
You might have seen me in the lab, cooking up poisonous rats |
Imma snack on you, shove you up under my mask |
I’m half viper, snappin' like clam chowder |
Like Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, Imma show you my vaginer |
(Bring them to me!) |
I spy a tiny hole in the wall |
Nobody sees me, but I see it all |
Like a Peeping Tom, I’m a sneaky one |
Board up your orifices because your team is done |
I keep peeping even if it feels wrong |
But I’m not cheating, I just peek very strong |
I’m a Peeping Tom, singing my creepy song |
If you have clothing, you probably want to keep it on |