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The Alchemist
The Alchemist
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Peter Kreuzer
Peter Kreuzer
Composer
Markus Ecklmayr
Markus Ecklmayr
Composer
Heuston Earms
Heuston Earms
Songwriter
Alan Lomax
Alan Lomax
Composer

Lyrics

"I'm all alone, I come to this big black-and-gold death Benz The windows are rolled down, the inside has--" "Rough Leather?" "That's wh-- You want to tell them my dream, man? "No, it's fine" "--two of the flyest girls you ever wanna see, man..." I am my own religion, you can wear me on your neck I might take a shit and wipe my ass with a rap check The Captain because I lead by example Alone smoking wax in a room full of candles Haitian lady, poke a doll with the needle Ayo, the bitch kind of resembles Don Cheadle I'm like a blonde Seagull, twist the rubies in my aunt's regal Drinking Parmesan, watching Home Alone Even when I'm home alone, I always hold the chrome Cause they come from out of nowhere, trying to pull your cord They flee off in a blue-ish Ford, put two in the door Never ruin the raw Run in the tunnels from the two or the four-train in broad day Your silly rabbit rhymes are foreplay I cop a 50-bag with short change You can see my mom's reflection in a Sport-Range Shit, it's voodoo It's voodoo It started raining out of nowhere I let the flare off, it almost burned my fucking hair off Science forbid, Jamaican girls be eyeing the kid She weighed 275, she could've played the d-line For the Bengals, we danced the Tango-Tango I sing a jingle, now the beamer slammed like Kurt Angle Curse out the window at a cunt that tried to cut me off I hit her window with a fried rice and duck sauce It's voodoo, you're doodoo Stash the acid in the asshole of a German Poodle Uh, sacrifice the motherfucking chicken It's voodoo "Now I want you to set set up right here." "No--" "I want you behind the garbage can. Wait for my instructions." "Where, where. No!" "Do you understand me or not?!" "No I don't, I don't!" "What are we gonna do, what are we gonna do?!" So what I'm saying is the armored truck arrives about 7 sharp Wear the dress and wear the wig Light one cig then wait for my instructions If you listen, we'll be skating through customs eating muffins Tropical discussion, you can see your reflection up in my Duncans, Shit I go nuts And I'm not fat, I'm only robust Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up Uh, till it blows up Crash the jeep into your crib until it blows up Motherfucker, till it blows up It's voodoo
Writer(s): Caleb Hodges, Francois Malengret, Jarryd Shuker, Jean Paul Malengret, Patrick Silver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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