Jam Baxter — Cherry Red Paint Job (Хип-хоп 2022)
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Cherry Red Paint Job (Хип-хоп 2022) Jam Baxter03:16
Текст песни: Cherry Red Paint Job (Хип-хоп 2022)
Cherry Red Paint Job Lyrics[Verse 1] (Guess I'll knock a score off) Sit the human down, children watch the flesh rot He slips a fresh specimen discreetly from his dress up In one swift action the professor whips his specs off Dissembling his features like a toddler in a sweat shop We just drowned his future in a warm glass of egg nog Sir, this is the Walt Disney ending that we dreamt of The juve he Gripped you in a jiu jitsu leg lock Head shot Caught the left temple with the pet rock (Shing!) In the rented shack, bent double, looking scrawny Beetles all crawl from the sink and start cooking for me We'll be sipping port on the porch, swapping hooker stories Muddy feet melting on the floor boards, pushing forty Manifest a shotgun and rocking chair Is that a jealous phrase stuffed crudely in your pockets there? Sir, my suspicion is your innards are beyond repair We'll need a vial of blood, a drop of spittle and a lock of hair (Gimme) Never! [Hook] Hands off the precious things Keep 'em all sealed up in inch-thick leather skins Cherry red paint job Fresh set of devil wings Twenty four hour gang Gale force second winds Yeah So prop the night up Confessions of a hawk moth You want the back alley mind fuck? Guess I'll knock a score off [Verse 2] Yeah She was found semi-dressed in some random ends Pulling stupid faces for a tiny, shattered camera lens I heard you had a full case of bourbon and I brang my friends He shut the door Hold my empty cup while I plan revenge Jheeze Guess we're in hell He joined hands and sang songs through the grim spell I was out the door Ring bell for intel Flick through the keyhole Skin cell by skin cell He's had his fingers in his ears this whole annum His nails grew in to his brain, slicing through the gammon We devoured every shred and now the killing fields are barren So we ran the rations dry, gather round and split the atom Day fifty four: Still drunk, still marooned Snoozing on an island in these sweet, liquor-filled lagoons Soon they'll arrive, with barely blinking eyes Screaming we will need your relics, your cigars and your silver spoons Never! [Hook] Hands off the precious things Keep 'em all sealed up in inch-thick leather skins Cherry red paint job Fresh set of devil wings Twenty four hour gang Gale force second winds Yeah So prop the night up Confessions of a hawk moth You want the back alley mind fuck? Guess I'll knock a score off (Guess I'll knock a score off) (Eh)
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