Cutting the throat, nowhere to go
You better leave before I shoot you hoe
Time keeps ticking (Ticking!)
Running away (Away!)
Taking my pillies and riding my Heelys
So I can be f*cked up all day (Woof)
Passing the blunt (Blunt!)
Taking some xans (Xans!)
Hiding the body inside an old Audi
'Cause nobody understands
So picture snorting snow
There is no place to go (Go!)
Feeling your last breath with rotten lungs
And talking parseltongue
Head, full of clouds
Motherf*cking clowns, all around
What do you want? You are down
Motherf*cking dead, underground (F*ck you!)
Feeling like a sick f*ck
Feeling I am out of luck
Time is running on the clock
I'll be waiting by the block
While you stand there in a shock
Listen to me f*cking talk
Looking at me like a gawk
Then I'll shoot you with a Glock
No matter if you're a king, or just a street sweeper
But trust me prick, you'll dancing with the grim reaper
You don't stand a chance against my brain f*cking power
So welcome to the horror bitch, welcome to my tower
Look into the fire pit
And yes I see you there
What the hell is going on?
Appears that I don't care
Passing the blunt
Running away
Taking my pillies and riding my Heelys
So I can be f*cked up all day
Nopvnics - Self-Confession II Lyrics
Nopvnics - Self-Confession II Lyrics
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Cutting the throat, nowhere to go
You better leave before I shoot you hoe
Time keeps ticking (Ticking!)
Running away (Away!)
Taking my pillies and riding my Heelys
So I can be f*cked up all day (Woof)
Passing the blunt (Blunt!)
Taking some xans (Xans!)
Hiding the body inside an old Audi
'Cause nobody understands
So picture snorting snow
There is no place to go (Go!)
Feeling your last breath with rotten lungs
And talking parseltongue
Head, full of clouds
Motherf*cking clowns, all around
What do you want? You are down
Motherf*cking dead, underground (F*ck you!)
Feeling like a sick f*ck
Feeling I am out of luck
Time is running on the clock
I'll be waiting by the block
While you stand there in a shock
Listen to me f*cking talk
Looking at me like a gawk
Then I'll shoot you with a Glock
No matter if you're a king, or just a street sweeper
But trust me prick, you'll dancing with the grim reaper
You don't stand a chance against my brain f*cking power
So welcome to the horror bitch, welcome to my tower
Look into the fire pit
And yes I see you there
What the hell is going on?
Appears that I don't care
Passing the blunt
Running away
Taking my pillies and riding my Heelys
So I can be f*cked up all day
You better leave before I shoot you hoe
Time keeps ticking (Ticking!)
Running away (Away!)
Taking my pillies and riding my Heelys
So I can be f*cked up all day (Woof)
Passing the blunt (Blunt!)
Taking some xans (Xans!)
Hiding the body inside an old Audi
'Cause nobody understands
So picture snorting snow
There is no place to go (Go!)
Feeling your last breath with rotten lungs
And talking parseltongue
Head, full of clouds
Motherf*cking clowns, all around
What do you want? You are down
Motherf*cking dead, underground (F*ck you!)
Feeling like a sick f*ck
Feeling I am out of luck
Time is running on the clock
I'll be waiting by the block
While you stand there in a shock
Listen to me f*cking talk
Looking at me like a gawk
Then I'll shoot you with a Glock
No matter if you're a king, or just a street sweeper
But trust me prick, you'll dancing with the grim reaper
You don't stand a chance against my brain f*cking power
So welcome to the horror bitch, welcome to my tower
Look into the fire pit
And yes I see you there
What the hell is going on?
Appears that I don't care
Passing the blunt
Running away
Taking my pillies and riding my Heelys
So I can be f*cked up all day
Writer: Faustas Zideika, R Matt, NOPVNICS, Faustas Z
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid