[Skits Vicious]
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 at style of this machete flow
We about to blow like somebody left the gas on
k**ed the front row, with the GoPro strapped on
Bad Taste got my tongue numb, rap guns
[?] rappers' in the cage, get the stun guns
It's time to separate the "a" from the cobbers
Let her face, sicker than the case of [?]
You don't know you will never ever
Stick my tongue out, Bad Taste, facts state
[Dopey Rotten]
Thinks me I'm a [?]
You might find this graceful
Pins dolls Voodoo
We always keep it tasteful
Johnny shops raging balls, bound easy break through
Think you sick as f** but all you got is a coming flu
Hell yeah, after go through you can come join us
Everybody does at the end, that's a spoiler
Every film destroyer, I'm coming right for you
You should've known d**h is right around the corner
Now here we go again, rap knows better
Always stuck together, it's still "rain of terror"
It's not a cup of tea, it's whatever (whatever)
So f** what you think, I have bad taste forever
[Jay Reaper]
[?]
[?] for your mother
My energy, your drinks, Mary Jane's my lover
Came [?] your brain
The pain face mother
n***as up in my lane
Now maintain cover, yeah
I'm comin with them [?]
Extras for my [?]
Popping next some rust
So that b**h would help [?] neckless
Yeah, I'm disrespected
Your n***as getting tested
All that money you invested
I resetted in a second
I just co-co, little breast
[?], without taste
[?], getting place
Then we dope-dope everyday
Just like [?] let it rain
In this game, I know you are disbelieve us
This sh**, ah
Piss and breathing
[Nitro]
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 sh**
I'm the black sheep who can't k** 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