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  • Текст песни Тарас создатель - Кот на троне

    Исполнитель: Тарас создатель
    Название песни: Кот на троне
    Дата добавления: 15.05.2016 | 21:17:44
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    Satan's getting jealous of the wolves, the demons say they preferring us
    Books on not giving a fuck, is what they referring us
    Wolves I know you heard of us, we're murderous
    And young enough to get the fucking priest to come and flirt with us
    You niggas rap about fucking bitches and getting head
    Instead I rap about fucking bitches and getting heads
    While you niggas stacking bread, I can stack a couple dead
    Bodies, making red look less of a color more of a hobby
    I'm not a rapper nor a rapist nor a racist
    I fuck bitches with no permission and tend to hate shit
    And brag about the actions in a rhyming pattern matter
    Then proceed to sat her down when I go splatter in her chatterbox
    Atta boy, Odd Future you're not in our category
    Torture with the super soaker at the asian liquor store
    This the type of shit that make a Chris Brown want to kick a whore
    That make songs about the wet blockers when it rains and pours
    (Umbrella) I hate this, screaming fuck patience
    Got a nigga shaking like the calmest fucking Haitian
    After chronic masturbation, asking where Mary-Kate went
    I want to be the reasons why all lesbians hate dick
    I make this damn Bullwinkle the red moose
    Game of duck-duck-duck tape with a dead goose
    She running around this motherfucking dungeon, her legs loose
    Until I accidentally get the saw to her head, oops

    [Verse 2]
    Victim, victim, honey you're my fifth one
    Honey on that topping when I stuff you in my system
    Rape a pregnant bitch and tell my friends I had a threesome
    You got a fucking death wish, I'm a genie it'll get done
    Nice to meet you but it's more pleasant to eat you
    With a leaf of salad and some dressing pouring out a teacup
    Bitch I'm Tyler the Creature, suck your feet up like a beach of leeches
    Rubber more than the fucking bottom of a sneaker
    Jeeper the fucking creeper, get your daughter and keep her
    In the jeeps where the Wolf Gang ride around deeper
    Take her to Ladera now she's scared and you're embarrassed
    Filled with terror, chop her legs off and tell her to run some errands
    Put her eyes in the canteen, take her to the Berrics
    Stare at Steve say it costs ten to fuck Eric
    Put her in the lake, her body sinks great
    Now it's time to fish her like Derek
    Satan says we're dangerous, we're trading kids for angel dust
    Snuff and sniff, now that Michael Jackson's trying to suck our dick
    Hippopot the fucking llamas, dead bodies, cheerleading squaders
    Gave the team a bunch of fucking bees and the Keke Palmer
    They will never catch him or catch up
    They asked me what it was I told them fuckers it was ketchup
    Nutty like my chex mix, she bleeding from her rectum
    Odd Future wolves stirring ruckus, throwing sets up, yep

    [Verse 3]
    This the type of shit that make children break in apartments
    When you tell a fucking orphan you don't love them until they heart thin
    Starve her until I carve her then I shove her in the Rover
    Where I cut her like a barber with a Parkinson's disorder
    Store her in a portable freezer with me to Portland
    Catch me with a bunch of fucking Mexicans crossing the border
    I'll be the only wetback who ain't really touched the water
    Cause I'll be too fucking busy tryna flirt with Jesus' daughter
    (Fuck Mary) I'm awesome, and I fuck dolphins
    Sicker than the starving Nigerian kids barfing
    Odd Future Wolf Gang Nazi bar mitzvah
    With your sister at the bar playing leg and arm twister
    Evident that I'm the shit, I'm the Pooh like Tigger dick
    I got these cracker doctors saying yeah Bob, this nigger's sick
    Animal safari, if I offend you I'm sorry
    Because I'm the blackest skinhead since India Arie
    I don't smoke weed so no need for the matches
    I said fuck coke and now I'm snorting Hitler's ashes
    I plan on either dying for suicide or my asthma
    Being the only bastard in a box logo casket
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