Only One More
No
No
You really want this
But anyways nigga
Give me only one more
Arguments in the brain of an stubborn
Descend to the knife of the fucking unborn
A very damage situation for you, for your mom
And i clap your face with my demon hand gun
What the fuck are you talking about?
But in to this slits please put your mind off
Cause my piss wanted pride in my form
You say a probably cowardly will never stab your face
But you're wrong again
Like this happy day
When i kill your mom and you still crying all the day
Bitch i just stay with my fucking friends
Cleaning all the floor
Shit the fucking blood
Just don't remove enough
¡Yeah!
This maybe is who the politics thinks
When they do the goddamn dreams
Of the few people who can still feel
Only go to the fucking shit
No, they don't think in that
I don't think in that
You don't, you don't think it
You don't feel it
I don't feel it
Please shit, slit this piece of peace, please
Please erase this feeling
Yeah!
I don't think
Bitch
Yes, this stuff is the real shit
Give me a motherfucking gift
I don't talk to you
Only talk to me
To this little part of me in to this fucking lines
That i can't feel
It's embodied my pain
Or at least the pain who feels my body
The pain
Fuck
Slow
Slow
So freak!
Oh shit!
I'm not focus
Who feels the rational part of me?
The little pain
Help me before i show them
How a probably cowardly can stab your face
Stab your chest, take your heart out and let it fall,
Just like my mind
Just like the space
Who surrounds my life?
Who suffocates me?
Who suffocates me?
I'm not a cowardly and it's not a probably
The fact that I going
To stab your face
My nigga
Take out the fucking trigger
And "plack, plack", to the fucking pigger
Hey bitch!
Shut the fuck up!
Put this out
No, no, no
Put this shit again
No, they don't think in that
I don't think in that
You don't, you don't think it
You don't feel it
I don't feel it
Please shit, slit this piece of peace, please
Please erase this feeling
No, they don't think in that
I don't think in that
You don't, you don't think it
You don't feel it
I don't feel it
Please shit, slit this piece of peace, please
Now, put this shit out, motherfucker
No
You really want this
But anyways nigga
Give me only one more
Arguments in the brain of an stubborn
Descend to the knife of the fucking unborn
A very damage situation for you, for your mom
And i clap your face with my demon hand gun
What the fuck are you talking about?
But in to this slits please put your mind off
Cause my piss wanted pride in my form
You say a probably cowardly will never stab your face
But you're wrong again
Like this happy day
When i kill your mom and you still crying all the day
Bitch i just stay with my fucking friends
Cleaning all the floor
Shit the fucking blood
Just don't remove enough
¡Yeah!
This maybe is who the politics thinks
When they do the goddamn dreams
Of the few people who can still feel
Only go to the fucking shit
No, they don't think in that
I don't think in that
You don't, you don't think it
You don't feel it
I don't feel it
Please shit, slit this piece of peace, please
Please erase this feeling
Yeah!
I don't think
Bitch
Yes, this stuff is the real shit
Give me a motherfucking gift
I don't talk to you
Only talk to me
To this little part of me in to this fucking lines
That i can't feel
It's embodied my pain
Or at least the pain who feels my body
The pain
Fuck
Slow
Slow
So freak!
Oh shit!
I'm not focus
Who feels the rational part of me?
The little pain
Help me before i show them
How a probably cowardly can stab your face
Stab your chest, take your heart out and let it fall,
Just like my mind
Just like the space
Who surrounds my life?
Who suffocates me?
Who suffocates me?
I'm not a cowardly and it's not a probably
The fact that I going
To stab your face
My nigga
Take out the fucking trigger
And "plack, plack", to the fucking pigger
Hey bitch!
Shut the fuck up!
Put this out
No, no, no
Put this shit again
No, they don't think in that
I don't think in that
You don't, you don't think it
You don't feel it
I don't feel it
Please shit, slit this piece of peace, please
Please erase this feeling
No, they don't think in that
I don't think in that
You don't, you don't think it
You don't feel it
I don't feel it
Please shit, slit this piece of peace, please
Now, put this shit out, motherfucker
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Writer(s): David Gomez
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