Texty:
Frost Sickness

And fire in his stride Pagan shadows in his eyes He's got the devil inside Eastern desolation Crypts of flagellation Dancing into ecstasy Driving out this sickness

believing That love built this garden For the two of us to dream in We gain a little rain Then sun came out again But a frost, it's hard to fight One sick

1] The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick She call us perpatrators, and

the depths of Hell You hear me? Lunatic in the grass, lost You a psycho, like my nigga Jack Frost? Chorus Looney, lunatic turned sick Psycho, crazy

judah High exalted, mystic ruler, black stone call me Abduler, skin my of solid ? , my wisdom takes off With such great force, global space walk I breaked off leaving legs, frost

currents than my brains runnin' rapid Hereditary practice pierce hoes through metal jackets War commander, niggas get caught up in the exhaust pipe Get the frost right or suffer frost

game, we don't run game, we run businesses Watch us shine and watch the world be our witnesses It ain't a game dick you know us, European whips chain frost

the house No, not for Hilda, Hattie or Holly "No wonder", people said "Poor mother Joy's so melancholy" Well, one night there came a visitor to our little home I was visiting a sick

, dummy I'm too sick another's nostrils ain't gon' get that runny Pimpin' Kenneth and Hugh Hefner, I could pimp that bunny Chamilli is the truth, puke is what I induce I'm so sick