King For Hire

Shan VdP: Sitting in a room with six experts and five elephants/ All with eyes fixed on a life size skeleton/ Enveloping the clock by minutes, while developing a plot for the cynic-eyed critic/ Why sit watch mimic? Try to think of sly gimmicks/ I don't think outside the box, I was never in it/ Wh-Wh-Wh-Whatch, as I minimize critics when I finish my shit and put a lid up on a bitch like that

Tu Vais Por Carai
No vais comigo pra minga porta
A qui non vais e nom importa no mais

Derek D: Big dick swingin/ run around with little riches, lip sync - livin up to glitz/ I'm thinking of the hits I've heard, absurd, tooth-smash off the curb, ears ringing... why the fuck are you singing?/ Pass the herb, I'll pass on disturbances, plastic words that fascinate herds of kids/
Massacres that happen when the crash occurs, distracted by that whole calibre of trash, it hurts