Rage617

Rage617 - Trilogy Of Terror songtekst

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I am more then a trilogy of terror
I am unlimited uncensored I am infinite-forever
I am every sick spitter ever mixed together In a blender
But I'm like a small gambaler... a little better

I never been employed mothafucka I'm a boss
When I'm rhyme they're like (dude you rock don't stop)
It's like I got sniper predictions - I'm calling the shots
I could son anybody - even my dads callin me pops

That rage mothafucka got to much heart to just stop
He'll rock till his body is chopped in pieces
And they fucking haulin em off then part of my mouth will come out
By it self and start rockin the spot

Even if it hardly can talk you can't rhyme or flow
How you nosey bitches handle business but can't mind your own
You know I'm high and stoned when I am zoned
Out on the couch with my ear to an xylaphone tryna hear a dial tone

I'm like hello - operator - I am gone - I think I'm in the twilight zone you wanna help find me dog

Dear America Heres a Letter to the President
I'm acting like a heretic - assassassin or terrorist
Hijackin channels just to broad cast my messages
Make you turn to a bitch like a sex change and estrogen

Your wack ass flows bout as natural as some medacine
If you think your good your like a rappin white supremecist
Ass backwards, like S-S-A
I got your queen captured like check check mate

Now - bartender won't you pour me another
Then pour me another - then pour me another
Now I swerve into bumpers drivin drunk

In a stolen hummer bout to get a whole lot dumber
I prank called this house just to find out...
Well that it was my own number bummer
I thought had a missed call but it was just me - telling me to suck my dick ya'll!

Ps bitch don't forget to lick balls!
Eww no way you don't wanna use this stall
Get out the booth I just took a shit ya'll
My dicks the same color as ya chicks lip gloss

You a bitch lookin for a prince tryna kiss frogs
I'll be licking toads to trip I'm a king dog

Let's get down to business, I paint the town in minutes
Use your ears and listen, I use air for drowning fishes
I be on some sick shit I chuckle as I spit this
Your girls ticklin me with her tounge up on my didick

Just look at shawn spittin clutchin big bongs hittin
Buddha chron lifted like fuck a rookie cop piglet
I'm close to the edge - go head push me off bizznitch
I'm lookin at the ground "ready to bounce when I hit it"

Hey that's the same way I feel with these chickens
When you deal with the kittens of these foul ass bitches
Make sure the pussy ain't krusty like the clown on the simpsons
Make sure that clit ain't smelling like some shrimp son

I'm a sick fuck like an aids infested prostitute
And a dirty man with herpes knocking boots
You claim that you rip it but I'm watching you fall
Cause yo You can never kick it like charlie brown with a football

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Taal: Engels

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