nAvvvi ツ, Istasha, LORD DISTORTION - TWENTYTHREE THIRTYNINE lyrics
[nAvvvi ツ, Istasha, LORD DISTORTION - TWENTYTHREE THIRTYNINE lyrics]
You a muppet im the animol
You don't own my title
Im a crater sent from a payphone
I could fly out but i would die out
You don't own me shit you FUCK
Never did i pummle itll
Take me fucking millions
Set your pin down like a cover slip
Slipping out the words a
Motherfucker clip out
To pass on all your deficit's
Harboring adrenaline chakra out don’t
Think about it
Pulse supplied surprised up from
The project a Mannequin
Every patch of plasma reside and dig
Down a layer in it
Every pitch a prism abide the
Picture til prayers ended pop
Blade in silent
Shoeless like a faint assailant
New plane concrete slide
Open your battery
I can establish the fuckers been
Leaking of acid whatever
Stop as the batch ends up
Reaching the core, that’s defeat
That’s he tribute with semen
Swimming and catch a body
You’re gonna float withhout precision
Ruin that aim Wilhelm blow to the brain
Brain that’s just the lack of inhibition
Ultraviolet stains covers all
Your favourite tissue
But you beg for it, you fucking beg for it
Plaqueade, pig squirming thru the blockade
Ain't you just a bitch so fucking quit it
You ain't nothing
Scoped out, down town in the crawlspace
Armed up chunking all my memory to Rot waves
Radiation path, lake of radiated ash
Gonna Make him take the
Rads he emaciated mass
Red dot zone, blocked out radar and the map
Fuck I get no stop, cop a lazer make a bag
Large forceps your girl called
She want more sex nuke warhead
Mecha Make the world stop bomb beaches
Hunt the far reaches fucks is not even
Im Boutta make the strap hop
Magazine bust in your room getting buried
With your Magazine smut
Def con this a tragedy fuck
Nyrlethotep deciever cuz you actually suck
Love crafting these lines they dapping me up