Talkshow Boy - I’m Not A Tortured Poet (I’m Too Fucking Predictable) lyrics
[Talkshow Boy - I’m Not A Tortured Poet I’m Too Fucking Predictable lyrics]
Wu Tang)
I was born in 1985 and until I plan
On dying I am gonna stay alive
It's far too late for me to sit back down
So get yr arse up, let yr shit spin round
And kill kill kill the party -
Blow those speakers up! and
You can get fucked!
Go, go, go when yr boyfriend hit's the road
With the windows down (way down)
You can get yr Colt .45
So that you can unload
With the windows down (way down)
And kill kill kill yr rivals
It's a dish that's best
Served cold - unload
Unload
I've got links that reach internationally
Recognised handshakes, secret signs
And codewords, buzzwords
I've got everything
To be a super-secret spy so
Kill, kill, kill - kill internationally
Go, go, go - go internationally
Kill, kill, kill - kill internationally
Go, go, go - go internationally
Kill, kill, kill - kill internationally
Go, go, go - go intеrnationally
Kill, kill, kill - kill internationally
Go, go, go - go international-de