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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Pierre Desrosiers
Pierre Desrosiers
Songwriter
Marcus Parham
Marcus Parham
Songwriter
Andrei Busuioceanu
Andrei Busuioceanu
Songwriter
David Lichens
David Lichens
Songwriter

Lyrics

Breakin' ice, see your motorbike
Blazin' through the sky
You a sight, I'm the ninja type
Comin' from behind
End your life with a butter knife
Callin' holy Christ
On the mic, mixing words
That's right, creole saved my life
Looked the devil in the eye
Told him I got hella rhyme
Taking risks is my design
Y'all was born without a spine
Wicked and twisted
Bars are sicker than syphilis
Spit and you listen
Turn a boss into a victim
Only way to stop, I don't breathe again
You wanna come around, yeah, see me then
You wanna come around, yeah, see me then
Go for broke while you go for blows
Jumping on the noose
I don't toke, when it comes to you
I can go for smoke
Never rage, you would think it's strange
Like I never dank
Not insane, I got lots of brains
All up in my fridge
Flow go for long
Like a round trip to Lebanon
The words transform into darts
That kill decepticons
Wicked and twisted
Bars are sicker than syphilis
Spit and you listen
Turn a boss into a victim
Only way to stop I don't breathe again
You wanna come around, yeah, see me then
You wanna come around, yeah, see me then
Written by: Andrei Busuioceanu, David Lichens, Marcus Parham, Pierre Desrosiers
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