Terror Wrist
(专辑： Birth Of An Icon - 2012)
All my friends are black, but my wives are white All the
syrup in my slice, more ice than a
Klondike, bar I
see stars, I
see minijatwa's My car landed in on Mars, my hash cigar Looks darker than tar, darker than an abyss Darker than a
midnight fist, darker than a
black hole mixed With a
galaxy gap, ducked off in a
safe duct tape to an Arabian stick shift I
don't have a
fever, but my flows are sick In my parking spot, I'm in the
parking lot, in public My bank account accumulates money quick My bank accounted speaks Arabic, nothing to play Your number's already been erased, nothing to say I'm sitting sideways at a
Chinese buffet Swinging through Saint Tropez, I
done poured a
four in my cherry marmalade Riff
开启
