Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dreamers, artist - KoshirDate of issue: 31.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dreamers |
| Blush and gush… |
| Blush and gush… |
| B-blush and gush… yeah! |
| Blush and gush… bluh! |
| Verse 1: Koshir |
| Start date and a fart full of thick blood (uh) |
| Sharp knives, girl it’s time for a quick cut (uh) |
| Let me inside, yeah it’s my stupid bitch cunt (yeah) |
| I want the life that you 'prived from my grip, slut (bitch) |
| Don’t try to run, bitch (nah) |
| You know my feet quick (yeah) |
| You wastin' time if you think you beatin' me, shit (uh huh) |
| My adrenaline, all time high now |
| The way this sledgehammer meet between yo eyebrows |
| Got my dick hard, I’m a sick fuck |
| I go to tear out yo guts through yo limp butt! |
| Start screamin', kinda like I’m on, really |
| I got you drugged up, chokin' on yo phone pillies |
| And your sister, yeah I’m gonna miss her |
| Wait at your stairs while I cut into your blisters |
| You know you fucked, right? |
| It’s time to die, bitch |
| Now stay still while I’m cuttin' out your eyelids |
| Hook |
| You may think these are nightmares |
| I like to call them dreams |
| I really hope you’re frightened |
| Go on, I want you to scream |
| Blush and gush… |
| And the bitch screams! |
| Blush and gush… |
| And the bitch screams! |
| B-blush and gush… |
| And the bitch screams! |
| Blush and gush… |
| And the bitch screams! |
| Verse 2: Koshir |
| Headin' fast through the alleys gettin' calico |
| But I follow 'cause I need to give your neck a choke |
| I wanna point your juggalo right through your pretty skin |
| And piss all in the open wound before the very end |
| I’m dreamin' shotgun, I’m dreamin' switchblade |
| I’m dreamin' throwin' acid all up in your shitty face |
| I’m thinkin' face grips and torin' off nails, hoe |
| I just wanna hear you payin', I won’t fail, hoe |
| Tight ropes hold you down to the steel chair |
| Razorblades to the corners of your mouth, yeah |
| Blowtorchin' your pussy, it ain’t a fuckin' thang |
| And then I like it 'cause I like to keep it fuckin' Strange |
| Turn the heat up on that bitch, go show her love |
| I turn the seals talkin', but nobody showin' up |
| I guess I’m trippin' off, maybe I’m just hearin' things |
| Fuck it though, I’m 'bout to feed this hoe some cherry brain |
| (Hook) |
| Verse 3: Twisted Insane |
| And the bitch scream when I put the razorblade to the pussy |
| Due to the fact she wanna be sick, so shit, I spit until it’s gushy |
| Coulda been simple when I wanted fuck on a bed of nails |
| Heard you was the sickness, fillin' her pussy with some motherfuckin' snails |
| She told me it was like I feelin' that her pussy be in a hell |
| God said «nah baby, it’s more like your pussy be in a hell» |
| I’m one of the motherfuckers that you read about when you deep in a jail |
| Grandmama told me I was an angel, funny because I’m a demon as well |
| I clamp the pussy open and dump bunches in uterus |
| This a dream, nigga how the fuck is anybody doin' this |
| You wonderin' whom would fuck you in the butt and womb, then drag your body to |
| it’s tomb, I’m not yo average goon |
| But I like to get drunk and go all out and fuck a raccoon |
| They took me off of my leash, shit, then the police so I’m like «zoom» |
| Fuck your booty with a hand blender, make you taste the cream |
| You may think that these are nightmares, I like to call 'em dreams |
| (Hook) |
| Verse 4: Mr. Blacc |
| Feel the cold guts as I cut in silence |
| Every time I rest my eyes, I see her slowly dyin' |
| Like bitches kickin' it, we some torture, horrifyin' |
| Murder in my dreams, psychopathic we smilin' |
| Eyes so wide, open like I’m driving on high beams |
| I’m scooping out her guts like I open the ice cream |
| I kill a deal, leave her titty at crime scenes |
| Meat Cleavin' like Lynch Hung, big kill was one of my mama’s pipe dreams |
| Shots of Pyrex, ice, and meth and chlorazine |
| I use these stings just to cure the noise, screams |
| Serving spleens and male schemes, I get squeams |
| Guillotine rips some tight jeans |
| Bitch please, I kill with ease, don’t test me |
| Something’s in my sleeve, the weakest never resting |
| I’m the worst thing, monster with a mug mean |
| Flashin' a bone, I gotta have it, I’m a fiend |