Hey, all of the seven major sins are digging in my conscience
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Without a plan B, we go deep roar, I hear a row of smiles
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These lungs are full of toxins, it probably doesn't help with the run
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We looked into the abyss for a long time, homies are catching drugs today
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Thousands of kilometers of words serpentine under these drums
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Medicines? |
We send greetings to all fears from the eagle's perch
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We chase rough verses, we don't go with the flow, believe me
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Those sleepless nights, Netflix guest, non-bar blobs (bumps)
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I sit among the stars like Leo Nimoy
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Stilo will leave you under the eye, like a Dibo limo
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Yesterday it died, I mark it with a thick line, they see
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Damn morons like chica chi despite
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If they don't want to cum, let them not cum
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Twenty thousand miles, these lines flow from Nemo
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It turns me on canoneo, it will order a cannonade from overhead
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We boom like Samsung
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I put my hands on scars, because life writes in Braille
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I squeeze through the thicket holding my faithful bayonet
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My Siamese twin is an insatiable hunger
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I leave behind ashes and streamers of words
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Words sting my throat so I spit them out onto the track |
How should I put it, like a scalpel, a bitch ripped open like an innard
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The mongrels bark and in retaliation I talk about bitches and fear like
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I will start barking like a boxer because it will end with Goddamn, Goddamn punches
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If you're having fun, it's a lot to do on yourself
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And if you find love, may it be forever
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When powdering your nose, watch out for the soil
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Because you'll be a hair's breadth and you won't know
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I used to have a path in my nose, now I tread it hard
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In the mirror I said you are the boss and here you are
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I am and today it is both a curse and pride
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Whores fuck me, female dogs hug me, others honor me
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Many say that ReTo is be, clips, tracks in general a cunt
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They will say about the storyteller that cunts, drugs, well, fuck Big Star
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As I fly around the stage, I count my steps
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I already know that the vast majority of girls are like my eyes empty
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I put my hands on scars, because life writes in Braille
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I squeeze through the thicket holding my faithful bayonet
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My Siamese twin is an insatiable hunger
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I leave behind ashes and streamers of words |