Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Vendor, artist - Rob Sonic. Album song Telicatessen, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.08.2018
Record label: SKYPIMPS
Song language: English
Death Vendor |
Oh, wow |
This is alright |
Yeah, these beats |
Yeah… |
Sonic, everybody, throw up Sonic, hah |
Cop music |
Get into your life |
Use radar-device, fool |
Parameters ISO in and the janitors hide too |
A laminate ID, amateur IV, salmon |
Chemical, now answer the wild weave |
Got a capital cabana corrosive |
Through the watch-pot boil and the planet explodes |
Rock-stop royal down the hand of a hostess |
Quick-slide photo-finish fantasy coach |
Now don’t take advantage of |
The planes to the buildings that are standing up |
In a rain-soaked, salivating panic, flushed |
I hold still like you waiting for your hands to rust |
I’ll let you know when I’m in touch |
With reality, but right now there’s an obstacle |
My sanity’s a patron on a dollar bus |
So formality that might make that impossible |
On point like a Vulkan’s ear |
With the worst dynamics of The Waltons, yeah |
A bird’s eye’s vantage of the vulcaneers |
See, if it’s only for the money |
Then we’re off to cheers |
Cut fat with my orchid shears |
In the faux fabric of the space control |
Sub-access 'til the coast is clear |
In the post-stop co-(?)-ting grove |
Mayday, mayday |
Close to the corridor |
You can get in, get out |
You got tickets, tickets |
Through the exit, exit |
Go Singapore, hypothetic, thetic |
People music, music |
Adrenaline gum drop |
Marauders with lunch box |
The all-wheel drive for the benefit, cum-cocked |
A sedative savant, etiquette sub-pop |
The mechanism, teeth |
Preventative, front-botched |
Throw the fight, now’s the child’s in charge |
Of the asylym and the mild retards |
Anarchist stylin' to the dinosaurs |
Analysts slicin’s 'bout survival scars |
Suffering, imagining |
Shots to recover him from Saturday |
Gun violence to kill a magistrate |
You get your funds while your ticket in the cabaret |
Take a message to your orbiter |
That my float-grease'll get into your foreman grill |
Like a slow runner reaching for performance pill |
And make you see what I’m saying, like a foreign film |
Heir to condition of «release the hounds» |
On a bull-run paralell of these accounts |
Souveneir-shop mugging for the bleacher crowd |
Boost a via stop bugging the police a hound |
In full force like a borrowed five |
For milk-jar jade to keep my art alive |
In a way to tone of to your art supply |
Innovative more parts that are marginized |
Seargent balls will (?) your hold |
Wicks this are similar to Kosovo |
Tips from a simulated roller-coaster |
See bits of an illustration overdose |