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Дата випуску: 26.09.2019
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Мова пісні: Англійська
Hangman |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
Hangman |
Spittin' with the rope |
Fuck around and I’ll stick it to your throat |
Yeah they call me the |
Hangman |
But your slippin' off your toes |
Off a chair as I kick it from below |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
Hangman |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
Hangman |
Spittin' with the rope |
Fuck around and I’ll stick it to your throat |
Yeah they call me the |
Hangman |
But your slippin' off your toes |
Off a chair as I kick it from below |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
The noose lauder |
Accused of a crude slaughter |
Confusing your cute daughter |
With music that you bought her |
Her juices are lukewarmer |
Than Lucifer’s new sauna |
She’s losin' a huge quarter of water |
So who’s in my crew’s corner? |
Prove it or choose trauma |
Dudes who are too broader |
Just movin' my fuse shorter |
A truce is a true form of delusion |
My troops warned ya' |
I’m gruesome as |
A tumour and newborns are- |
F' a battle, I’m demanding a ransom |
You don’t wanna stand in the span of this phantom’s advancement |
The man in your mansion |
You better plan to enhance him |
I’m no philanthropist |
I’ll tarantulas in a pram as I’m dancin' |
A cancerous, I’m better than meth |
I suggest that you say my name or you’ll regret it in death |
I’m lettin' em guess |
But when these three letters are left |
Their legs dangle as they’re begging for breath |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
Hangman |
Spittin' with the rope |
Fuck around and I’ll stick it to your throat |
Yeah they call me the |
Hangman |
But your slippin' off your toes |
Off a chair as I kick it from below |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
Hangman |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
Hangman |
Spittin' with the rope |
Fuck around and I’ll stick it to your throat |
Yeah they call me the |
Hangman |
But your slippin' off your toes |
Off a chair as I kick it from below |
I’m the motherfuckin' (wait) |
The rope twister |
Dope as a smoke drizzler |
Open your own lips and I’ll close 'em, so don’t whisper |
Just know that I’m so sick |
I’m provokin' your ho sister |
To soak in a gross mixture of scrotums as blokes fist her |
Gloatin', I won’t quit |
And I’ve chosen my own fixture |
They notice I’m no fridge |
But I’m frozen and flow crisper |
Mopin' your throat slit as I’m chokin a stoned hipster |
These posers are lone zits to an overly grown blister |
(It's the) Undertaker of Aussie rap |
I’m as voddy as the fuckin' taste of a prozzy snatch |
See my neck? |
There’s a bunch of haters that wanna slash |
But I can cut my face with a rusty blade and there’s not a scratch! |
They wanna smash, they consider it brave |
Until they disappear like they went to live in a cave |
This isn’t a game |
Misbehaving, you’re hittin' the hay |
I’ll kill your kids while they visit your grave, cos' |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
Hangman |
Spittin' with the rope |
Fuck around and I’ll stick it to your throat |
Yeah they call me the |
Hangman |
But your slippin' off your toes |
Off a chair as I kick it from below |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
Hangman |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
Hangman |
Spittin' with the rope |
Fuck around and I’ll stick it to your throat |
Yeah they call me the |
Hangman |
But your slippin' off your toes |
Off a chair as I kick it from below |
I’m the motherfuckin' |
I-I got your neck in the noose |
H-h-h-hang 'em high |
I’ll have 'em siezed with my noose |
If you’re thinkin' you’re fly, I’ll have to hang you high |
I-I got your neck in the noose |
H-h-h-hang 'em high |
H-h-h-hang 'em high |
I’ll have 'em siezed with my noose |
If you’re thinkin' you’re fly, I’ll have to hang you high |
I-I got your neck in the noose |
H-h-h-hang 'em high |
H-h-h-hang 'em high |
I’ll have 'em siezed with my noose |
If you’re thinkin' you’re fly, I’ll have to hang you high |