Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Seepage, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Seepage, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.10.2010
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Seepage |
Moral is shorter |
My heart and my brain and spirits out of order |
And now the lord of falice have thou recorder |
Fallen angel warrior at the bottom drained to boiler |
All remains a horror destroyer |
In the middle of saddam and gamorda |
Punk shit all around |
Everybody been calling clown |
The crawlin town |
Get wicked rip this sickness is fallin down |
Over this basic gay shit erase it face it |
Wake this hatred and make this place get APESHIT! |
No kinda way you stoppin this |
Flow gonna make apocalypse |
Powers stop lots of mockin shit |
Lot of us often is blockin this |
Optimists positive hope for the futures loss of awesomeness |
I can get boss and alot of us will rot and pop like hot sausages |
I am not the light I am the opposite |
Through narcassistic awfulness |
I’m keeping tech off of this rocker |
Black heart im darker peep it this is the thesis wrote in fesus |
Im as beast as broke in leashes little secret I am in Seepage |
Heartless Darkness |
I feel it seeping out of me |
Watch this Raw shit |
Seepin out the anatomy |
Heartless Darkness |
I feel it seeping out of me |
It’s gotten me nausious the seepage deep inside of me |
Touch it (touch it) |
Feel It (feel it) |
Love it (love it) |
Seepage (Seepage) |
Touch it (touch it) |
Feel It (feel it) |
Love it (love it) |
Seepage (Seepage) |
Do you believe it KOD |
Yes when you see them nod |
He’s in season the reason |
light is leaving he’s even odd |
All 6's and 7's mauled bitches and reverends |
Frauds quick gonna get stepped in |
When the hog pit it is in heaven |
Dog shit if he’s the messenger |
when he take a threat then bless a wet nigga |
Instead of getting a strech and put death on a replica |
That is the weakest piece of release |
But the seepage has no disgretion for |
Check in bro with a plethra is to lession ya |
Big Yates he’s stuck in the sick state |
Some speakin that his fate to be wack when he gets cake |
Well he gets cake and the critics they spit hate |
But the siniter shit shakes so long to the mixed plate |
I just ate put a punane and mustard |
Cycles in lust stars eating seepage these nuts charred |
What I got to say to the people who pick at and gut stars |
Thinkin Imma lose the ability to bust hard you fucktards |
The KODs a hothead |
The shocks and the socks red |
And the darkness is not dead |
Regalide up like mop-heads |
Chop heads off soldier like my name was ack-med |
Alahua ackembah rogget ardem dantes yates |
Oh Muhfuckas im coming out of his nose |
Im running out of his toes |
His throat and clotted his soul |
Peep his crowd as it grows |
No matter what route is chose |
He’s climbing right out his globe |
Dont doubt it how loud it blows |