korbin pheenix - linzy lo-pan كلمات الأغنية

verse 1

pheenix!….
im risin up slow-roastin the scene
throwin molten metal with wings

you a cuisine
make a dish out ya flesh…
man you suckin s-m-n out pipes
now you a marine
sleepin wit fish

im unhingin his jaw
he can maybe kick it
but the bucket instead
my b-tch’ll total ya fleet
kima keesha and pam

razor slitchya
bleedin ‘n’ rope..
we shin0biwonkin0bi
lazerninjastar
spangle the pope

oughta make a revolt, stat!
wit robot agents
remote operated..
nominated to shock
castin volts!

hot as a dime with the clap
when you fappin they invade ya mind
then you fuuuuuck
and later ya d-ck stuck to ya lap
wit pus!

lost religion
that fiction made like a trap
sh-t! i’d rather have..
fine christian b-tches come hang with us!

caint sport a cross
no formal introduction
the closest i ever came to a tie
is a crossbow

got raw flow for nose nostril
team target is in an agreement
wit demons at the crossroads

our soul was the cost owed
cold dealin
fah playin games
i shot
lyin thoats, k!ll it!
ya lame con’s old..

beat the sh-t outchyu wit gruesome l!cks
he layin snorin displayin his wingspan like crucifix

my brutalness held true’n yall seein’ strange violence
when slugs came from a salt rifle
to melt you, n-gga!

verse 2

have you seen a tyrant and nemesis combined?
a pontiac engine on every limb
an a gt virus inside?

(adlib me!)

i take breath
bangin bullets that be like that murder sperm
that squirm
to create a death!

we stayin baf-salted out
swallow smiles
grill ate up
when the gloc kapow
swat him down
peel his patata
my crew..

still love a hater
fill up a k ta
split up ya data
we booin you
plus hittin you wit k!lla tamata

seal up the fate of fake n-ggas when cannon burst
watch as everything you touch go ta sh-t
call it a mani-curse
are we..

nailin it on the head?
that once a year after i drop
the day will mark ya death anniversary?

they closin casket
we spray acid
we outta mace
ya momma had a mascara marathon down her face

now im cool with this skatescene
b-tches that date these skaterkids taste me
n’ i ain’t skated since the mid-eight-tee’s

k!llin thirty packs
illin on dirty track
smash a nerdy b-tch -ss
cheek drillin
i squirt skeet on her purdy rack

we on tha burnin path
heard of that?
so ain’t no turnin back
you a murder faded on a guerney flat

televisin the sh-t on video cam
see pheenix must eat
im sacrificin fifty fo'(four) rams
no ham!

we.. goin co-nan
lines dope
d-mn! its the china white!
but we.. call it the linzey lo-paaaan!

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