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Fable
Fable
[Verse 1]
In life I have so much trouble making it simple
I feel like I'm interpreting Villeneuve's enemy
I don't need friends in my head, we're nineteen
In chaos theory, I redid destiny
I rarely talk about myself like a shy grimoire
Wrapped in mist like Kiri village
You tell me you've got friends, I've got sinister pirates
Black dressed near the city of Minas Tirith
All I know is frustration
I don't know what I want, but I know what I'm running from
I listen to my pulsations
I found the woman of my dreams in Elfen Lied's womb (squad)
I operate in the night like Dr. Tenma
I impose the silence that Anthony scans
I've been to the neurosis and the sleepiness I escape
At your funeral, I'm Boris Vian
Sharing the anguish is absurd
I had to practice the Inception, I erase my fears
Right now I'm atoning all words in the dark
I know nothing but shame like Fassbender
I'm in the forest Jaguar Paw
You are Yajirobe: you don't have any techniques
Byakugan I can see that they have no wisdom I have the prespic cap.
Hided in the shade, the crystals rise
I have more vices than Mephistopheles.
Marvin Gaye Seu Jorge
I'd like to be a black man like Nino Ferrer
Bitch Kemo Sabe
I'm coming in, I'm like Samuel Jackson, bro, I have time-to-kill.
But the bird no longer sings when the cartridges whistle
[Chorus]
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
[Verse 2]
My friend, what the hell is this?
You want to take a good look at George Orwell
I saw the Beretta stashed in the suspender belt
Obviously, I only like you in post-mortem.
They fell into the trap (Trap)
Sharing my life isn't fairy-tale.
You won't often see me like the truth
You don't have any sense like Scart
Suicidal, murderer carries a gun in the headline
Brass knuckles, but Japanese is the planchette
Give me your heart, I'm writing "my slut is reckless"
I fear neither the calm nor the storm
I heard the witch
You son of a bitch, you left me for dead
My enemies are subconscious projections
Absence of body
You say you're strong, please be more specific.
These rappers have dreams where I don't exist
Pull-up in bike like Ryan
Controlling the Die Hard trap
The tape recorder's name is Diane.
Anubis on the medallion
Young Amédée from elsewhere (hé)
I see life as an arcade game
I feel lonely since I'm 5 years old
I don't know abandonment like a Spartan
But I'm going back on my footsteps like the Prince of Persia
Why don't the men stop talking?
Most of them will drown in a square flask
Tell me why you're rapping like in 2010
Face to the gutter cats I'm a tsunami
[Chorus]
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
I like your corpse.
Jethro Paris
submitted on 1 Вер 2017 - 01:51

Give a shoutout to Jethro Paris




