Bastard

I'd tell him to eat a dick quicker than Mexicans sprint over borders I give a fuck like a quarter with 20 cent At Hamptons with Fred Hampton relaxin' at Happy Camper It's the fuckin' financial aid at Hamptons wasn't relaxin', I'm taxin' "Fuck 'em all

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought some food for death, go 'head and fuckin' eat My father's dead well I don't know, we'll never fuckin' meet I cut my wrist and play piano cause I'm so depressed Somebody call t

Let's start the show Backed out to save yourself But again left out again Bailed for the whole world to see Now you better watch out for me Bastard Bastard Bastard you hear what I said When we find your ass you're dead You're dead Bastard Bastard And

사랑은 서로 믿어주는 거라 그렇게 생각했어 내 앞에 그저 그런 여자와 딱 걸릴 때까지 오빠 믿지 쿨한 척 멋진 말 흘리던 네가 흘리던 네가 아는 여자 동생이라고 급 당황한 모습 정말 나빴어 나빴어 너 그럴 줄 몰랐어 Bastard (Bastard) 인생을 배웠어 네게 (네게) 사랑이 끝없는 배신이래도 나는 믿어 너와 다른 사랑을 그럴 줄 몰랐어 몰랐어 몰랐어 몰랐어 (내가 미쳤지 하고 너 또 가벼운 무릎을 꿇어) 그럴 줄 몰랐어 몰랐어 몰랐어

Out go the lights In goes my knife Pull out his life Consider that bastard dead Get on your knees Please beg me, please You're the king of the sleaze Don't you try to rape me Bastard Consider that bastard dead Bastard Won't get screwed again Whoa! Wh

歌:ヴィドール 作詞:ジュイ 作曲:ジュイ 久しぶりに二人素直になれたね なんだか嬉しくてちょっぴり切なくて ほら 最後なのに優しくするから カッコよく決めたいのに 涙溢れた 僕の後ろ離れて歩く 人混みから抜け出したなら ちゃんとはぐれないように君を待って手を握る 後ろから君はギュッと抱きついて 傍にいれるだけで嬉しいと言ってくれた 守ってあげたいよ ずっと 君の事 初めて心からそう思えたんだ すれ違いの日々 明日の約束さえ守れぬ僕にすねて 君の膨らんだ頬 指で突けば笑って許してくれたね なのに

I don't want to play you, I just want to tape you undressing And then I'll lay you down and record soft porn If it's romance then it's hardcore, if it's horror Pop the pop corn, the thoughts to rape you really turns me on Press my buttons, baby Press

Verse 1My father died the day I came out of my mother's hole And left a burden on my soul until I was old enough To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much He loved my moms enough to bust a nut and then he shake Junt Bring your pops to

Could it be That the lady is me In the photograph I'm afraid 'Cause it feels too good That I want it so bad It's just not true Couldn't ask for anymore than you Because you look at me As though I'm beautiful Could it be that you want me I never dream

Człekowstręt tryska z mych ust - Parszywy kraj. Mdląca woń martwej izby bije złem. Spluwam, rzygam, zdycham. Rodny skurcz. Już wtedy miąłem zgnić. Pierwsza usłyszana baśń brzmiała jak pośmiertny dzwon. Ropa lała mi się z ucha. Nieczuły leżę odurzony

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla She tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella When it comes to your perception of my shit, I'm Helen Keller When it comes to the perfection of my shit, I know you smell the Rect