Delayed Nightmare
You can take your percocets before I fucking merk you bitch
Backyard chopping room, you know what these rocks can do
So fly for these bitches looking all scenic
Acting up and you're getting sprayed with horse semen
Cold heart, hard days, cocaine, scar face
Phoney Montana now you walk in our space
Play your cards lose hard like a goanna
And we'll send your ass looking for voodoo in Havana
Now your life's fucked up
Sitting in a room with your hands cuffed up
Where they at? If you mumble like your face full of tats
Time to stay silent, pass the gat
Snitch? My lips are tighter than a virgin
Time to get the doctor on the phone like it urgent
Blew - shot in the chest, fuck you
Die snake eyes, let's see if luck's true
Gotta start the chainsaw to cut my fucking brakes off
There ain't no stopping me popping till the apocalypse
Living life full throttle, psychopath without the bottle
Supper time, wine and dine down at the brothel
She pout her lips, show her tits for the hits on gram
She'll shake her hips, take your tips then you'll dick her down
Shake it. Shake it like Shakira
Hate to see you lie coz if I do I'll kill you
In this power struggle I forget my own strength
She says 'choke me daddy' so I do I snap her neck
Oh shit. I'm fucking Jack the Ripper
Rip a jack off while I push her body down the river
Nah, I ain't crazy I ain't doing that
I'll leave her in the living room, they can deal with that
Yeah, I'm no magician. I'll fuck up a trick
Call it penicillin, shit I wrote on here is sick
Backyard chopping room, you know what these rocks can do
So fly for these bitches looking all scenic
Acting up and you're getting sprayed with horse semen
Cold heart, hard days, cocaine, scar face
Phoney Montana now you walk in our space
Play your cards lose hard like a goanna
And we'll send your ass looking for voodoo in Havana
Now your life's fucked up
Sitting in a room with your hands cuffed up
Where they at? If you mumble like your face full of tats
Time to stay silent, pass the gat
Snitch? My lips are tighter than a virgin
Time to get the doctor on the phone like it urgent
Blew - shot in the chest, fuck you
Die snake eyes, let's see if luck's true
Gotta start the chainsaw to cut my fucking brakes off
There ain't no stopping me popping till the apocalypse
Living life full throttle, psychopath without the bottle
Supper time, wine and dine down at the brothel
She pout her lips, show her tits for the hits on gram
She'll shake her hips, take your tips then you'll dick her down
Shake it. Shake it like Shakira
Hate to see you lie coz if I do I'll kill you
In this power struggle I forget my own strength
She says 'choke me daddy' so I do I snap her neck
Oh shit. I'm fucking Jack the Ripper
Rip a jack off while I push her body down the river
Nah, I ain't crazy I ain't doing that
I'll leave her in the living room, they can deal with that
Yeah, I'm no magician. I'll fuck up a trick
Call it penicillin, shit I wrote on here is sick
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Writer(s): Ilker Cokcetin
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