My head's full of busted light bulbs
My lip is a diptych split
I pulled a sword of Michael
From the stone of the things that you did
Yeah I survived the explosion
Left my name to smolder alone
And I'm going to know this emotion
Until the worm can dine on my bones
Cause all my friends would always worry
I'd talk my way into a box of wood
Everybody's got a horror story
That only means that I've been living good
Cause everybody's got a cross to bear
Mine's never being understood
They throw their peanuts at the dusty air
To see the punishment I took
And God must be a monkey too
Boilermakers once the shift is through
With cigarettes in both his fists
If in his image I exist
Yes God must be a monkey too
Boilermakers once the shift is through
With cigarettes in both his fists
If in his image I exist
Bitch
Ha vuelto Kaczynski
Hablando mal
Sin fama, dinero
Razón de grabar
Pasando una vida de fulano de tal
Pero a otros raperos les faltan sal
Mi regalo de Dios es que no me da pena
Pintando con dedo y saliva en la celda
Te metes conmigo que soy de la selva
Mi voz al oído es la droga en las venas
Mi tos más poema que todos tus temas
Cuántos heridos si abro la jeta
Rapeo de noche y escribo de día
Riéndome solo si pienso de rimas
Escribo tranquilo
Tomando café
Con lápiz grueso
Grafito 10B
Solo me falta el espacio de cuaderno
Para hacer una lista de rapero muerto
And God must be a monkey too
Boilermakers once the shift is through
With cigarettes in both his fists
If in his image I exist
Yes God must be a monkey too
Boilermakers once the shift is through
With cigarettes in both his fists
If in his image I exist
Bitch