Представляем точный текст композиции "Rest In Piss" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Conejo . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Rest In Piss» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Conejo передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Conejo - "Rest In Piss"
Lyrics to Rest In Piss : Sabes que Conejo, none of these motherfuckers can fuck with us homey All the camaradas gotta bang homey I aint tripping carnal Im have to start making examples out of these vatos I set sail on your bitch ass with my armada A pack of barracudas thatll settle for nada Cataclysm, you get cardiac arrest Cuz I exploit your righteous till the bitch give head Antidote, for the anxiety I build The capacity of pain, the genocide surreal Day break brings another atrocity Bullets knock you off your feet from the fucking velocity Finger-printed, gateway to the system I see holograms of my mother at distance Too many cadavers, I said I gaze in gloom I get a glimpse of the past to hesitate your doom High fidelity through my ghetto plaster I shove a bayonet through your back you bastard Your screams loco echo my dreams Deadlocked in my brain for the world to see [Chorus] Vatos claim that theyre hard but they aint hard as me Cuz if I get to spitting there will be no peace Just murders, all across the land Flying bullets never miss, you can rest in piss Vatos claiming that they feel much pain like me But they aint never been to jail or met the streets like me Just murders, and today youll hang Rest In Peace motherfucker, cuz youre less of a man Sub-machine guns, I put my foot on the throttle Thunder bold rhymes, take a swig of the bottle Rigamortis, I said I desimate them all Just a vato from the ghetto with a dream to ball Im a rider and I serenade the streets Let the rotweillers loose on the pin of the beat From childbirth I was consumed with game I was trained for combat, initiated with gangs Barbaric, ese I aint submissive Anybody wanna cross me its a head-on collision Conspire, Ill make your ass retire Bitch ass raps get caught in the crossfire Pay the ransom, homey dont make a move Cuz I recruited motherfuckers that got nothing to lose Keep them coming and Ill tax that ass You wanna brawl with some gangsters, were gonna clip that ass [Chorus] Im in the back of the shack where the cobwebs deep Where if I commit a crime I can rest in sleep I drop a neutron bomb on your nursery rhymes Crimson be the color of my dripping blood Its an epic tale, obsolete be the coke I officiate the omen that you weaklings want Yes Im jagged, I crack a case of Coronas And ese gets to banging, puts you vatos in comas Now we read every page of my journal My optum on the plot makes the onslide eternal Octagon, eight sides to my fury Im a fallen angel and my face is dirty Clock work, I be combining components Im eratic to the point that the feds be knowing Overnight I had them hooked on crack These bitches got no edicate, they lay on their backs In my juke-box I play them cemetery tunes Obliterate your son, leave you dope fiends in blues I raise the octave to increase the pain Ill put a bone crushing shank through your jugular vein [Chorus] You get a hunder CCs of this china white pure I got a bad, bad temper Trucha para la jura homey Lets get the fuck out of here [ Rest In Piss Lyrics ]
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