Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Gases in Hell (Inhale), artista - Cannibal Ox. Data di rilascio: 22.02.2024
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Gases in Hell (Inhale) |
| Gases in hell |
| Gases in hell |
| Gases in hell |
| Ghost in a shell |
| Gases in hell |
| Gases in hell |
| Gases in hell |
| Ghost in a shell |
| My style’s kinda fat, reminiscent of a whale |
| Gases in hell |
| Gases in hell |
| Gases in hell |
| Ghost in a shell |
| My shell is a mechanical found ghost |
| By my ghetto is animal found toast, my fahrenheit is blazin', I might boast |
| And you don’t wanna get that close |
| Gases in hell, ghost in a shell |
| My molecules separate like Flash' as I propel |
| Light speed, then the sound |
| I am the first God to come forth, from the mount |
| Zep tepi your world’s empty |
| And it’s a shame, you had your chance, now watch me |
| And I ain’t an MC |
| I’m more like a sorcerer, trapped in a spellin' bee |
| And I’m unstoppable once I get angry |
| You lit the fuse, mission impossible |
| I’m Vishnu Aladdin |
| Just know I enter the tiger and exit the dragon |
| Calling all cars, calling all cars |
| You can trace my body in the sky with stars |
| Cosmos, Sir William |
| We call him Bill Cosmiq, you get to meet him |
| At the holiest cities we gather proof |
| Abra, kadabra, poof |
| That’s my perfume, ain’t it cute |
| There is no death, I’m just changing my suit |
| My sons will come back to reform the law |
| The beat is hotter than a whore with gasoline drawers |
| I’m wavy boy |
| Look at me from a distance and I start wavin' boy |
| No need for alarm |
| I played the flute in bandcamp that’s how I met your moms |
| I’m bigger than Grizz and Dot Com |
| You’re sweeter than Liz Lemon, I’m number 7 |
| Let’s go, pressto |
| Everything with a button, I press those |
| Everything with a string, I pluck those |
| I smile at a bitch, she jump out her clothes |
| Galaxo, properties iron |
| Where there’s nothing but hyenas and lions |
| Where there’s nothing but poor babies that’s crying |
| All thing come to an end, ask a Mayan |
| Let’s go, fatso |
| Chicken and waffles at Roscoe’s |
| Chef Olay, bravo |
| Broad thinks she’s cute, I wanna see her toes |
| Followers, Jacob, had the most |
| 60, 000 niggers on Pat Mose |
| Raise your glasses in the air, here’s a toast |
| My whole crew whipping cream, lactose |