Bad Taste

Is this the real life? Or is it fantasy?
I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Easy come, easy go
Little high, little low
Cutting at style of this machete flow

We about to blow like somebody left the gas on
Killed the front row, with the GoPro strapped on
Bad Taste got my tongue numb, rap guns
[?] rappers' in the cage, get the stun guns
It's time to separate the "a" from the cobbers
Let her face, sicker than the case of [?]
You don't know you will never ever
Stick my tongue out, Bad Taste, facts state

Thinks me I'm a [?]
You might find this graceful
Pins dolls Voodoo
We always keep it tasteful
Johnny shops raging balls, bound easy break through
Think you sick as fuck but all you got is a coming flu
Hell yeah, after go through you can come join us
Everybody does at the end, that's a spoiler
Every film destroyer, I'm coming right for you
You should've known death is right around the corner
Now here we go again, rap knows better
Always stuck together, it's still "rain of terror"
It's not a cup of tea, it's whatever (whatever)
So fuck what you think, I have bad taste forever

[?] for your mother
My energy, your drinks, Mary Jane's my lover
Came [?] your brain
The pain face mother
Niggas up in my lane
Now maintain cover, yeah
I'm comin with them [?]
Extras for my [?]
Popping next some rust
So that bitch would help [?] neckless
Yeah, I'm disrespected
Your niggas getting tested
All that money you invested
I resetted in a second
I just co-co, little breast
[?], without taste
[?], getting place
Then we dope-dope everyday
Just like [?] let it rain
In this game, I know you are disbelieve us
This shit, ah
Piss and breathing

Puoi chiamarmi Paranoid
Parla Freud nei mattatoi
Basta una barra boy e ti salta la faccia come in Arkanoid
Del senno di poi son piene le fosse
Starei meglio forse se nelle fosse ci foste voi
Cosa cazzo vuoi, tu e la tua crew, di non so chi?
Faccio bù e ti accorcio il film e piangi più che in Dawson Creek
Sto coi Dope D.O.D., wigga flow you talk shit
I'm the black sheep who can't kill the wolf of Wall Street
Sayonara, truce come Mario Bava
Fanno a gara mentre cambio bara
Ti abbraccio poi salto in aria
La vita è amara, quindi impara a far la lucha o muori
La mia penna spara e ammazza, Mara Salvatrucha homie
La tua salma cuoce in acqua calda dentro un boiler
Conosciamo la tua fine atroce senza spoiler
You disappoint the way I got my crew back
I keep my bad taste cause been ugly is the new black
Questa vita è splatter, Peter Jackson bad taste
La mia banda suona l'hardcore, Machete bad brains
Phyl The Payne