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Bane

6Hip-Hop/Rap2014

Informações da música

Bane foi lançado em 13 de fevereiro de 2014 por Awful Records como parte do álbum Genocide

13 de fevereiro de 2014

SeloAwful Records

IdiomaEnglish

BPM100

Melodicidade

Acusticidade

Valence

Dançabilidade

Energia

RESUMO

LETRA

Letra

Gimme all your benzos and racks

I think I'm Vincent Vega when I cop a dope sack

Yeah, these hoes all glass

You wanna do work, or you just want this ass?

Why I feel like a hot ass bitch?

A thot want my vag like they got teen dick

Swear I had big tits, tight slit

Long hair, tan skin and my daddy was rich

Suckas clay

All these ducks think I'm gay

Roll it, catch this shit on tape

Discovered how to vomit on the face of a tame

Sunflowers on the pants no shit

Step up in club while I'm takin' a shit

Reverse blade on a pussy ass lick

Battousai when I kill you bitch

Runnin' through the mince

Hunnids for the imps

The few demons on my back want bliss

But the methods they employ lack all common sense

She cough up all butt nuts

I force fed to you mother

She tied up in my bunker

No solace in your comfort

Fuck it up, fuck it up hoe

Cyndaquil light with the way that I glow

Really, I lack all control

Slug cannot cope

Slug cannot cope

12:20 gunpowder foil

4:50 pukin' in the toil

Black and white shit straight all noir

Blood in my vomit, that shit hit the boil

All brimstone, all my words

Sever through you torso with the flamewheel burns

Kill me, kill me, kill me

Bitch it's not your turn

Move yourself into the line of the suicidal girls

For a rack, I can split you from the bottom

Throw a few more and I'll straight up dissolve you

Young Slug bitch, murder no problem

Necronomicon, read the Slug God column

What's that, that's me

Abomination, Jesus-Slug Demon half breed

Messiah to a gen of dope fiends

Siftin' through dimensions like a ghost, holy

Real with the purge

Euthanize Earth

Bombs in my hand as I steady swag surf

Kelly Slater with the paper as I murk

Slug in your throat, how you like this girth

Y'all borin'

I don't fuck with you people

Eyes wander scared

When I pull out 3 kinds of illegal

Soul resonance, no equal

Blair witch my hoe

Burn down that steeple

Occult witch craft flow

Do not call me daddy, bitch that shit is fuckin' weird

But you call me Vishnu, cuz I'm supreme tween you stream

Beat it, beat it, senseless you gon' probably fall in love

And start hallucinatin' when you ingest that Slug cum

Dusk over top of me

Twilight hypotheses

Clockin' the Glock when these fuckas is copyin'

When I get poppin' be

No chance of stoppin' me

Murder then murder what I deem hypocracy

You claim autocracy

Really just jockin' me

Obviously watchin' me

Possibly stalkin' me

Slug in this bitch with a couple sacks probably

Flippin' the work right outside of the dollar tree

Written by: Slug Christ

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