... Lyrics:
The art of reading your mind, this is my specialism, pessimism exorcism, yes I have the best of vision,
Ignore the frames, my sight is rooted from my third eye, Ive heard lies so many time that talk is just a birds cry,
Squawks, chirps, tweedle dees tweedle dums, feeble crumbs, feeding from a hand, all I needs but one,
Microphone in order to stay on top of this, cause Roach is always staying in his prime like Optimus.
Transforming, hate change dont be mad at us, Id rather just spit that weird flow, call me platypus.
Ill be glad to bust your brain wide open get the plain tide soap and let it drain while groping,
Your cerebral cortex let the rain just soak in, moisturize that, its no surprise that
My voice is magnitude, for such a soft plane, I think you need an upgrade what a soft brain.
Ps. youre NOT sane
You just need some autotune skills and it would be Perfect and cut off those dialogs shiets
pouetes 1 year ago
this is fucking stupid.
FKRAPCITY 1 year ago
oh shit.. SICKKK.. alien rapper, ROACH!
zZJoWuZz 1 year ago
This is some alien fiya!!
earl2thab 1 year ago