Black On White (Lick The Paper)

Yeah, yeah
MC DoomBox on the beat
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Smoke the smoke that clouds the gram
Burning bridges equal scam
Overdose on milligrams
I just say: “Quick dip-dibbity… Damn!”
Engrave a sign in your head
A man’s demise is his own bed
Did you blame the world? HAHA! I see
See!
Pounds of tea sink in the sea!
Is it greed or just your habit?
Rabbit punch! Who cooked the rabbit?
Stacks of powder in your nose
You’ll be buried deep, I suppose
You said society caused it?
Like the skeleton in your closet?!
There’s a factual lie written on the kiln!
“I’m a Rottweiler in a Rottweiler’s skin”

Yeah
MC DoomBox on the beat
Marilyn, Icon of Sin
Yeah

[Marilxnn]
Zombie droga v moji krvi
Dostaneš bomby, dej sem bonga, nemám náladu na kurvy
V tramvaji na párnu si začnu zaživa seškrebovat z ksichtu kůži, k toulenu čichám pičo jako k růži
Chlastám absinth, hudba co jedu je synthetic a syntetický drogy, každou chvíli gram tak často jako ty dáváš vlogy na instagram, píčo
Jsem tak moc dope, že nikdo nechápe co mluvim, v krámu ukradnu metaxu, žijeme v metrixu, já vim, že nic není real, proto jebu soudní dohled, žiju trap a drill

Lick the paper, call it “shit”
Smoking dope like first-aid kits
Burning mind, pay the bill
So high that he went for a kill
Yeah, he can’t even see the ground
Sirens scream, but where’s the sound?
Bloodshot eyes and shaking hands
Trapped inside his own demands
Lick the paper, call it “shit”
Smoking dope like first-aid kits
Burning mind, pay the bill
So high that he went for a kill
Yeah, he can’t even see the ground
Sirens scream, but where’s the sound?
Bloodshot eyes and shaking hands
Trapped inside his own demands

High-speed chase and police raid
Broken deals and debts unpaid
A hundred bitches, yet not laid?
Undiagnosed, but that can be arranged
The question is: fight or flight?
The text is clear, it’s black on white
Say “Too late!” If it’s just “faith”
Pounds of gold sunk in the strait!
Is it need or just temptation?
Desperation, medication
When I see the state you’re in
I guess the grave will pull you in
Classic bowl of fish and chips
Drown it down with one last sip
One last myth burned in the kiln
“I’m a wolf wrapped in a wolf’s own skin”

Lick the paper, call it “shit”
Smoking dope like first-aid kits
Burning mind, pay the bill
So high that he went for a kill
Yeah, he can’t even see the ground
Sirens scream, but where’s the sound?
Bloodshot eyes and shaking hands
Trapped inside his own demands
Lick the paper, call it “shit”
Smoking dope like first-aid kits
Burning mind, pay the bill
So high that he went for a kill
Yeah, he can’t even see the ground
Sirens scream, but where’s the sound?
Bloodshot eyes and shaking hands
Trapped inside his own demands