Представляем точный текст композиции "Bad Dream" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Twiztid . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Bad Dream» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Twiztid передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Twiztid - "Bad Dream"
Lyrics to Bad Dream : Im back, blowin up like the World Trade Throw your hands in the air while the music plays Comin live and direct from Dimension X Where bitches bleed all day with no Kotex Broke necks Mind checks Seranaded with these beats How deep' About a hundred and fifty-two feet Dont sleep Cause the boogyman will steal your soul And have you strung out on remote control And now your mind is broken and you feel pain What you call sanitys what I call insane I said your mind is broken and you feel pain What you call sanitys what I call insane My minds flippin on alcohol Tylenol And marijuana Still I eat the rhythm alive like a piranaha Now Madonna done fucked everybody but me But I heard she got the clap (awwww!!) Pass me a Newport, it could be a light Image is nothing so Ima drink me a Sprite Tonights the night But my name aint Betty Wright Its Mr. Bones And aggrivating hoes please leave me alone Im on my own In my little fucked up world And I aint got time for silly games little girl Cause Im tryin to be me And thats all I can be And if you see more, you best a-go and join the Army Arm me With the lyrics and rhythms that I be spittin I seen it through your panties it was written on your kitten Smellin like chicken But finger-lickin Nonetheless And for my big Johnson, I got the propholactic vest So I wont bust no bulky shot Cause thats highly illogical like Mr. Spock And I aint tryin to be a father any time soon And we only got one hour left in the motel room But thats enough time for me to hit the skin I can tell you want it baby, by the way that you grin Let me fondle on your breasts As we both undress And if you let me, Ima bust a nut all up on your chest Bend over let me catch the rhythm as ya moan I love it when you tighten up and try to touch your toes As my dick smashes Crashes What a disaster Clit pleaser, call me the Thigh-Master Cause I got a black belt in the art of Wo-Tongue-Fu Let me lick on your vagina as you holler at the moon Now mengo, mango Me and Tisha did the tango But little did I know my girl was looking through the window Now what was I to do, throw that bitch out in the street Fucked up hair, no panties, and bare feet Two...keep on fuckin like aint shit up Because a couple more strokes and Ima bust that nut Three...play it cool, let the shit unfold Calmly get dressed and say, "fuck both of yall hoes." Woke up in the backseat of a ride Tangled in the seatbelt, smellin like peroxide Blood keeps gushin from the side of my head And I wonder to myself am I alive or dead Reach for my dick, oh my God, I hope she didnt chop it Try to play the lunatic like Lorena Bobbit All up in the place, confused and distraught She took back the new Polo shoes that she bought She tried to play me out with a fucked up scheme And then I blinked my eyes and woke from my bad dream --dream --dream --dream --dream --dream --dream [ Bad Dream Lyrics ]
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