| Probability | Text |
|---|
| 88% | We got everything to place, so light, sit in your face You've got G like MC | ▶️ |
| 84% | Shave your face with some mates in the dark | ▶️ |
| 89% | They wanna get mixed up in the family business, and now you wanna gun down a police captain like this. You slap your face a little bit? Huh? What do you think, this is the army? Will you shoot him a mile away? You gotta get him close like this, and the thing, you blow their brains all over your nice cyber league suit. Come in. Mwah! You're taking a spare, of course. | ▶️ |
| 88% | I peel the skin off my face like exposed to sydney's delay. My travels can destroy you, but unfortunately I have no idea where I've been. In the prison of my mind, a bunch of devices, spoons and speakable horrors to my friends. Bloodstains on my hands did not be washed away. I'm not losing it at last, you have to find myself inside or out of the furnace. I'm on the ground, all running to war in the first direction. There's no reason I have to take a few risks of your poisonous clothes and quartz from your veins. There's nothing left here to work for you, you can't handle that situation. I'm posing you inside or out. And your mere madness matters, and all that is left is a boring fucking mess. | ▶️ |
| 88% | What do we like to do? We like to masturbate, we want rubber gloves, and on people's faces. The way a light goes in your face is you laugh and then you lick it off. | ▶️ |
| 84% | Face in your face, face in your face | ▶️ |
| 81% | Like motherfucking bass in your motherfucking face. You know what I'm saying? Bass in your face. | ▶️ |
| 87% | We suck a board, vent board a hort Man at the edge of your life, honor's in the face of | ▶️ |
