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Tytuł: Bad Dream

  • Wykonawca: Twiztid
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I'm back, blowin' up like the World Trade
  Throw your hands in the air while the music plays
  Comin' live and direct from Dimension X
  Where bitches bleed all day with no Kotex
  Broke necks
  Mind checks
  Seranaded with these beats
  How deep?
  About a hundred and fifty-two feet
  Don't sleep
  'Cause the boogyman will steal your soul
  And have you strung out on remote control
  And now your mind is broken and you feel pain
  What you call sanity's what I call insane
  I said your mind is broken and you feel pain
  What you call sanity's what I call insane
  My mind's flippin' on alcohol
  Tylenol
  And marijuana
  Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha
  Now Madonna done fucked everybody but me
  But I heard she got the clap (awwww!!)
  Pass me a Newport, it could be a light
  Image is nothing so I'ma drink me a Sprite
  Tonight's the night
  But my name ain't Betty Wright
  It's Mr. Bones
  And aggrivating hoes please leave me alone
  I'm on my own
  In my little fucked up world
  And I ain't got time for silly games little girl
  'Cause I'm tryin' to be me
  And that's all I can be
  And if you see more, you best a-go and join the Army
  Arm me
  With the lyrics and rhythms that I be spittin'
  I seen it through your panties it was written on your kitten
  Smellin' like chicken
  But finger-lickin'
  Nonetheless
  And for my big Johnson, I got the propholactic vest
  So I won't bust no bulky shot
  'Cause that's highly illogical like Mr. Spock
  And I ain't tryin' to be a father any time soon
  And we only got one hour left in the motel room
  But that's enough time for me to hit the skin
  I can tell you want it baby, by the way that you grin
  Let me fondle on your breasts
  As we both undress
  And if you let me, I'ma bust a nut all up on your chest
  Bend over let me catch the rhythm as ya moan
  I love it when you tighten up and try to touch your toes
  As my dick smashes
  Crashes
  What a disaster
  Clit pleaser, call me the Thigh-Master
  'Cause I got a black belt in the art of Wo-Tongue-Fu
  Let me lick on your vagina as you holler at the moon
  Now mengo, mango
  Me and Tisha did the tango
  But little did I know my girl was looking through the window
  Now what was I to do, throw that bitch out in the street
  Fucked up hair, no panties, and bare feet
  Two...keep on fuckin' like ain't shit up
  Because a couple more strokes and I'ma bust that nut
  Three...play it cool, let the shit unfold
  Calmly get dressed and say, "fuck both of y'all hoes."
  Woke up in the backseat of a ride
  Tangled in the seatbelt, smellin' like peroxide
  Blood keeps gushin' from the side of my head
  And I wonder to myself am I alive or dead
  Reach for my dick, oh my God, I hope she didn't chop it
  Try to play the lunatic like Lorena Bobbit
  All up in the place, confused and distraught
  She took back the new Polo shoes that she bought
  She tried to play me out with a fucked up scheme
  And then I blinked my eyes and woke from my bad dream
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