a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

phfat – keep kids fucked up lyrics

[verse 1: smooth mike]
the summer’s getting colder, every week that i sleep
and when i speak i freak pieces of the people in me
speak in tongues and i f+ck with
the man in the mirror on some bad self+love sh+t
f+cked up, cut quick

eat souls and preach, see holes
lead the meat people, feed the peace
meet beasts and beat demons
increase feed, see brains
feast these months
keep kids f+cked up
push funds up, guns up

stick it to the earth, k!ll the universe
sepphoris will lurk worse, ladies
clean k!lls baby
wind from the west, flex freshness to death
blood spills when the rocks thud
pills for your oxblood

numbness amazing
you can see my thoughts make a little bit of crazy
tryna be the best ’cause the best k!lls lazy
tryna be the best ’cause the best k!lls… dead
[verse 2: disco izrael]
baby face creeper, gesture can’t smile
reaper smoke reaches in the city, make our thoughts sink deeper
lazy days feeling, let the bad’s foul [fneeding]
it’s a no brainer baby, let the mad find freedom

baby face creeper, gesture can’t smile
reaper smoke reaches in the city, make our thoughts sink deeper
lazy days feeling, let the bad’s foul [fneeding]
it’s a no brainer baby, let the mad find freedom

post+hassle’s apparantly [rats] at clarity
some tried at the baddest limits
[sweetsh] most recently

don’t panic inside of [?] rapidly
i’m the bored ho with no propellers, skull trapping me

[verse 3: disco izrael]
so what’s the latest form of ignorance
we’re all the k!llers when the overlord’s face will turn to splatter blood blazes
cages full o’ foes and ill+tested in a lab
made o’ bacon bits, chiseled with the vegan smell, broken stilts

thieves, burglars and back+street murderers
harassed me, churned us, for the holy cream, hope for a
steam punk dream pug, tween with the mean sleeves
city lights pour through the cracks when it sinks in
bad gentlemen, fat cats rapping for their purse
no, we’re rapping for the spine of the world
cheese grillers when i’m strapped, thirty cigarettes
and back to the mega corp curse word, they’re the [?]

sucker spills baby, love it when you hate me
and especially when it tastes like a lace, cup of sp+ce bees
people either go, trees move seemless and it
makes more sense, if you lisp with your p+ssy, fool

- phfat lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS