Chainsaw - George Marco

Life recently matter is
What I eat, what I drink, what I dream
Go to factor X get a chance, fuck yourself
I'm not X to the Z Xzibit
Leave that shit to wack ass rock bands Maneskin
When you talk to me shut the fuck up
Earned respect without a glocka
Ain't no boocka boocka boocka
You're not Mos Def mathematics sucka
My G nice Nike from Foot Loocker, but it's Locker
Flex for fuck asses with nice shoes and dresses
Hit up her mind no Lecter
'Usually I got bed breakfast'
Vuol dire che un cazzo di confronto a parole non lo regge
Woke up in a land where nobody can rap
Lock me with an hazmat in Azkaban
High note falls when your autotune ain't set up
Mute the instrumental, never failed
Classic man, holla
Dear me how you doin'? Are you feelin' it?
World is cold and cruel, had you enough of it?
Hard times, wack minds, ten cries
But God told you were born to kill this shit up
Dear me how you doin'? Are you feelin' it?
World is cold and cruel, had you enough of it?
Hard times, wack minds, ten cries
But God told you were born to kill this shit up
Brave who left, brave who stayed
Eyes wer, deep breaths
Stars keep us safe in the forgotten land
Ain't no other love like your mother shares
She left Niki back, no regret
Cancer kills her, karma's plan
Lungs please me to stop with those cigarettes
My bank pleases me to become a millionaire
Thorny crown told me to grow mere
Until it won't happen no chances to get me there man
God is fair
Mi chiamo Verze, Marco Verze
Inverti le vocali che tanto non cambia niente
Il mio nome fa rima
Con parole tipo verde, stelle, c'avete le mentalità strette
Sto cazzo di rap mi ha reso più sfigato
Non vedo più punani, il sesto mese è passato
Metto un chiodo al muro così appendo il mio cazzo
Poi mi stanco della figa e divento George Micheal
Wake me up before you go-go
Don't leave me hanging on like a yo-yo
Wake me up before you go-go
I don' wanna miss it when you hit that high
Wake me up before you go-go
'Cause I'm not plannin' on going solo
Wake me up before you go-go
Take me dancing tonight man
Dear me how you doin'? Are you feelin' it?
World is cold and cruel, had you enough of it?
Hard times, wack minds, ten cries
But God told you were born to kill this shit up
Dear me how you doin'? Are you feelin' it?
World is cold and cruel, had you enough of it?
Hard times, wack minds, ten cries
But God told you were born to kill this shit up

Written by:
Marco Verzeletti

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