Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song JJ Sad, artist - Rob Sonic. Album song Defriender, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 03.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SKYPIMPS
Song language: English
JJ Sad |
| Wretch — head full of nicotine |
| Vibe dealer with the tip receipt |
| Hot skipper liquor sticks ravine |
| Sprayed with the Raid and the Listerine |
| Clean — now he got his beers he’s liable to hang out of the car with the |
| piercing rifle |
| Pet peeves and the bleeding Bibles |
| Let 'em stick two nickles on your ears and eyeholes |
| Cup — with the tartar chase |
| Bark with the varmints in the marketplace |
| For some it’s alarming, to the guard it’s cake |
| So to me and Bedelia, this is Father’s Day |
| Spikes with the mice and the worms and snakebit digit |
| Can you dig it and unearth the aphids? |
| Riding dirty with the clutch complaining like «Pour some sugar on this dusty |
| Danish!» |
| Seek, destroy my arm muscle |
| Quote the wonderboy «Keep the pinetar subtle» |
| Cover bolt in the fold of the eyeball buckle |
| Streaks on the beak of the sidecar… What’ll |
| It be when the cook got disease in diners that are filled with the illness of |
| the tea in China |
| Cold in the mold on the seat beside ya with a rolled up both as a brief reminder |
| Bitch, you gotta beef with his key components? |
| Get buried at the beach with the quay patrolmen |
| Get your geese, tell a teach when a demon’s spoken |
| Sleep in ya Jeep, get ya sneakers stolen |
| Art from the Mother of Invention harbors ill will under my electric parka |
| You can jet with the set and the pension, partner |
| But you know I’m still coming to get you, Barbara! |
| It’s Rob Sonic (x 4) |
| New Eden, the screams lap each other |
| Free kitty the city stab the stub |
| Train signal tricking these track-huggers |
| Got a letter for the government? |
| E-Fax the fuckers |
| Pass the butter or have it your own way, ho… Sup? |
| Watering pot and a gold chainsaw |
| Feed the fever the fact that he go stray dog |
| The over/under, son, or you clapped |
| Sport, you bore me with flash burners |
| See that you’re a winner or spin in your back stirrups |
| When it’s gassed hit a bog |
| He’s starting to act nervous |
| Walking for the wizard that’s giving these cats courage |
| Cold pack against his eyelid shiner |
| Ball broke beast leave a dime and fiver |
| 211 on the ANT with the manic minors |
| With the Elvis plates, yellow tape, and Danzig lighters |
| See, the difference is not chance |
| Tears, sweat, and blood, and the sum of a cult rock fan |
| Skull and bone and hourly room rocks |
| Met her at the beach |
| Leaked out of the blue squad van |
| At my door is the crazy lady |
| Says she likes what she’s hearing |
| But the neighbors hate me |
| Could I turn it up until they’re raising Hades and then later play some Prince |
| for the 80's babies? |
| Heard you got it cheap but your hands are broken |
| Got taxed twice for the standard postage |
| On a glass figurine made of tokens |
| Sleep in your seat get your Wranglers stolen |
| Horse for the cattle that my posse killed slow |
| Tin star plastered to my sloppy silk robe |
| Boarding up the doors |
| Check the locks and windows |
| 'Cuz I’m clearly not a zombie |
| But they shot me still, bro… |
| It’s Rob Sonic (x 4) |