Reminiscence Songtext
von Sixthells

Pale like a corpse
Knock on your door
You better pray cause my blade never dull
Grabbing a bitch by the neck
I need her flesh
Bounce on my dick she a fan
I try not thinking about it
Dead in a shroud
Stuck in a silence aye
I′m in the mountain tripping on acid
You think I care what a bitch gotta say?


Bitch I'm a god of this rap shit
Copy my voice when they found it
First they keep hating but I innovated
No-No-Nobody know how I does it
No
Got no emotions
God, keep it in motion
Ugh, spit in your face
Feeling so dazed
Brain started molding

Live in the shadows so no one can follow me
Spikes on my head I don′t need no lobotomy
Scythe in my hand I'm a creep 'til I′m dead
Know you a broke boy pay in advance
Know you a poser they giving me motive
I kill him on sight if he fuck with my friend
Kill him on sight if he talking with threats
You think I care if a mofucker bled
Live in the shadows so no one can follow me
Spikes on my head I don′t need no lobotomy
Scythe in my hand I'm a creep ′til I'm dead
Know you a broke boy pay in advance
Know you a poser they giving me motive
I kill him on sight if he fuck with my friend
Kill him on sight if he talking with threats
You think I care if a mofucker bled


Pale like a corpse
Knock on your door
You better pray cause my blade never dull
Grabbing a bitch by the neck
I need her flesh
Bounce on my dick she a fan
I try not thinking about it
Dead in a shroud
Stuck in a silence aye
I′m in the mountain tripping on acid
You think I care what a bitch gotta say?