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Is this the real life? Or is it fantasy? I’m just a poor boy I need no sympathy Easy come easy go Little high little low Cutting edge style of this machete flow We about to blow like somebody left the gas on Killed the front row with a GoPro strapped on Bad Taste got my tongue numb rub gums We keep rappers' in a cage, Get the stun guns It’s time to separate the [?] Leatherface, Sicker than the case of Ebola You don’t know you will never ever Stick my tongue out, Bad Taste, [?] Things me and my crew do you might find disgraceful Pins dolls voodoo we always keep it tasteful China shop raging bull bound easy break through Think you’re sick as fuck, But what you got is common flu Hell you’ll have to go through You can come join us Everybody dies at the end, That’s a spoiler Everything destroyer, I’m coming right for you You should’ve known death is right around the corner Now here we go again Rotten knows better Always stuck together it’s still rain of terror It’s not a cup of tea it’s whatever (whatever) SongtexteSo fuck what you think I’ll have bad taste forever Tears don’t effect me, Disrespect me Fuck being friendly You wanna talk shit but machete’s don’t tweet Bleed bitch bleed! Ey yo I came for the budder, Hang for your mother My energy I drain cause Mary Jane is my lover Cane covered the brain the pain fades Smother niggas up in my lane I maintain cover Yeah I’m coming with them X’s, extra for my ex’s Popping X I’m restless Choke that bitch with her own neckless Yeah I’m disrespectful Ya niggas getting tested All that money you invested, I reset it in a second I just go-go with no breaks Coco with no taste Popo getting blazed Then we dope-dope everyday Just like Toto let it rain In this game I know you disbelieve us This shit I piss and breath it Tears don’t effect me, Disrespect me Fuck being friendly You wanna talk shit but machete’s don’t tweet Bleed bitch bleed! Puoi chiamarmi Paranoid Parla Freud nei mattatoi Basta una barra boy e ti salta la faccia come in Arkanoid Del senno di poi son piene le fosse Starei meglio forse se nelle fosse ci foste voi Cosa cazzo vuoi, tu e la tua crew, di non so chi? Faccio bù e ti accorcio il film e piangi più che in Dawson Creek Sto coi Dope D.O.D, wigga flow you talk shit I’m the black sheep who can’t kill the wolf of Wall Street Sayonara, truce come Mario Bava Fanno a gara mentre cambio bara Ti abbraccio poi salto in aria La vita è amara, quindi impara a far la lucha o muori La mia penna spara e ammazza, Mara Salvatrucha homie La tua salma cuoce in acqua calda dentro un boiler Conosciamo la tua fine atroce senza spoiler You disappoint the way I got my crew back I keep my bad taste cause been ugly is the new black Questa vita è splatter, Peter Jackson bad taste La mia banda suona l'hardcore, Machete bad brains Phyl The Payne Fuck the rap game Tears don’t effect me, Disrespect me Fuck being friendly You wanna talk shit but machete’s don’t tweet Bleed bitch bleed! Aus Songtexte Mania