Vibes Songtext
von The Doppelgangaz
Vibes Songtext
True that I′m nervous, but why do you think I'm mad?
My senses are very sharp
And above all, my hearing is extremely acute
Does that make me mad?
Listen how calmly I can tell you the whole story
Ay yo pencil this gently, vent through Islamic fundamentalists
Tend to invent stencils, atomic instrumentalist
Death defying, less lying to rep a client
Stretch her hymen, intertwining with retched timing
Blessed for trying, in the era of lackadaisical
I stab an AIDS needle inside your lacking nasal hole
Your anus swole, from giant member that′s penetratin
Condeming Satan you're celebratin or denigratin
Warts on your anus, never contort for the lamest
Or plain Janes with thoughts that are greatest
Your twat you should shave this, symbol of hygiene
Nimble is my team, assembling the mind's keen processin′
Obsessing, compulsive nature an odd lesson from god stressin′
Repulsive stature, stature we're caught up in the rapture
Get captured as we dash in the pasture
Man listen I′ll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan I'll rip shit apart
Man listen I′ll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan I'll rip shit apart
Ay yo honor and herald the rap, hate, honored and deril
Fathers with sterile tracks leave your squadron in peril
When he vibes with the vibraphone it′s more common
Than chives with scones to amen to liver's poems
Short gnome and the bony bro, spotting frauds with phony flows
Inside this dog and pony show
Who got the fake portfolio?
He'll pull his shirt up over his dome like great cornholio
And let them know since fetus with the fun dip
He been pessimistic and leaders tend to pundit
He bound to leave the squeamishly dumb sick
The natural born American and EP is Swedish or some shit
Man fuck it ′cause when they grab a hold of fountain pens
Origins disputed like Ramapough mountain men
Navajo spat a flow on his bouncing tens
The savage crow left an average smoke counting hens
Man listen I′ll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan I'll rip shit apart
Man listen I′ll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan I'll rip shit apart
Man listen I′ll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan Ill rip shit apart
Man listen I'll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan I′ll rip shit apart man
My senses are very sharp
And above all, my hearing is extremely acute
Does that make me mad?
Listen how calmly I can tell you the whole story
Ay yo pencil this gently, vent through Islamic fundamentalists
Tend to invent stencils, atomic instrumentalist
Death defying, less lying to rep a client
Stretch her hymen, intertwining with retched timing
Blessed for trying, in the era of lackadaisical
I stab an AIDS needle inside your lacking nasal hole
Your anus swole, from giant member that′s penetratin
Condeming Satan you're celebratin or denigratin
Warts on your anus, never contort for the lamest
Or plain Janes with thoughts that are greatest
Your twat you should shave this, symbol of hygiene
Nimble is my team, assembling the mind's keen processin′
Obsessing, compulsive nature an odd lesson from god stressin′
Repulsive stature, stature we're caught up in the rapture
Get captured as we dash in the pasture
Man listen I′ll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan I'll rip shit apart
Man listen I′ll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan I'll rip shit apart
Ay yo honor and herald the rap, hate, honored and deril
Fathers with sterile tracks leave your squadron in peril
When he vibes with the vibraphone it′s more common
Than chives with scones to amen to liver's poems
Short gnome and the bony bro, spotting frauds with phony flows
Inside this dog and pony show
Who got the fake portfolio?
He'll pull his shirt up over his dome like great cornholio
And let them know since fetus with the fun dip
He been pessimistic and leaders tend to pundit
He bound to leave the squeamishly dumb sick
The natural born American and EP is Swedish or some shit
Man fuck it ′cause when they grab a hold of fountain pens
Origins disputed like Ramapough mountain men
Navajo spat a flow on his bouncing tens
The savage crow left an average smoke counting hens
Man listen I′ll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan I'll rip shit apart
Man listen I′ll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan I'll rip shit apart
Man listen I′ll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan Ill rip shit apart
Man listen I'll be keeping peace in my heart
But if shit hits the fan I′ll rip shit apart man
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