Soul Hooligan - Psychedelic Soul текст песни

Woke up in a mansion, used to sleep in mama’s house, aye
She just love my dick, I found it in your mama mouth, aye
Guap all up in my jeans, it’s hard to hold, it’s falling out, aye
Wopster getting cheese, tell that bitch don’t bother now (it's Wop)
Yeah, I used to want that bitch, now I just wan' fuck her now, aye (it's Wop)
I ain’t got no heart so now it’s hard to love her now, aye
That little bitch call me daddy, I guess I’m her father now, aye
Keep a-keep a chopper on me, every time I walk around
This bitch hold a hundred rounds, you try to run, I gun you down, aye
Michael Myers when I pull up, you won’t hear a sound, aye
They done blocked the Wopster out, yeah, they done did it now, aye (it's Wop)
I’m a demon, I don’t speak, I do drugs, don’t go to sleep
Percs and Xanax all I eat, pour up Wockhardt and brush my teeth
Aye, I think I’m schizophrenic, ‘cause my gun talk to me, aye
We just had a conversation, it said it’s ready to eat, aye (it's Wop)
Skitz, skitz, skitz, skitz
Skitz, skitz, skitz, skitz (aye)
Aye, skitz, skitz, skitz, skitz
I be seeing shit, talking to my trip
Skitz, skitz, skitz, skitz
Skitz, skitz, skitz, skitz
Aye, skitz, skitz, skitz, skitz (Wop)
I be seeing shit, talking to my trip (lil whore)