Luyện nghe bài hát Whore Monger

(verse)
my on the ri-ise.my self-image is somewhat

my heads expanding in size but my stomachs
it all evens out in the end thats I'm thinking
sing the cashregister raps ch-ching ching.green bring the bling bling
na na I may stay home.rev got the ring ha ha hey hey poem
while my answering screening calls.hailing safe and alone
I want change in your not the coin return of a payphone
my boys are concerned my brains blown
voices get turned away annoyed with they say
if its a gay tone n like "hey ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo..."
few remain prone to spray straight shots with stained glocks
n a face of stone to melt your ice it might spill!
n break ya Bone. cd presenting tape should own
replace the thrown some Non-Prophets drop bass ON
Sage is know to pull your kid so chill
I mess up plans robbers with no skill
my only knowledge is the holy father SO
that you dont know still God is making martyrs outta molehills
now if your soul is holed your dills
n realize youre never satisfied til u die from overkill
im Placiboville but we know the drill
obscene is so ill but wait for the nurse to so I can throw the pill..
I AM NOT SICK! or listed as twisted bitch
whats up with kid
some insisted that I'm in running from the facts whispered
in a mating call that get a busy signal from a number unlisted
are gifted.when I swung the axe it slid
out of my n injured this invalid, invalid
Toss-offs toss their cookies tossing salads
I ghost-write the most hype love n let some whore sing the ballad

(hook)
IMA WHORE...A MONGER! with a platinum voice
IMA WHORE...A WHORE MONGER! 'cause I havent a
up this 'cause (S!) echo-freaks need to eat

(verse)
excrament flauntin rose peddals
I breed rocks to impregnate stones to grow pebbles
I throw kettles at pan-handlers n
sell to sexually repressed stockbrokers
I impetant pimps to sex slaves
manifest them with radio activity x-rays
I bootleg skeletons the next day
son u can sense my dark once the sky gets gray
kids r like "lets play!haha." not right then
tell them to act like men then i'll fight
let em hit me first then be "strike again!"
then its my turn to see how far the limbs of little bend
I tied em up, with rope. "word?thats dope."
the girl that lacked hope n her back broke
she prefered cocain. the heroin needed heroin never again
ladies n gentlelele gentlelele..
im from a species of zsars through the deep seas n
everything I do is important so I save my in jars
n what I eat bizarr I deep-freeze n thaw
emcees who aint down by the of law
now these anologies raw
but u secretly serve this well-done yall then become casualties of war
just call me Francis n I was flattered
'cause I ghost-wrote the dope love sonnet let dumb harlet sung the ballad

(hook)
...and I havent a choice n if ya snatches aint moist
sing-a-long

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