Pauer 2.11.13

Tekst piosenki

[Verse 1: Pauer]

Ugh
Tell me am I workin’ out
The nearby mortician has lost his fuckin’ body count
I’ve been killin’ em
The rest just stole Mitt Romney’s route
Looks like it’s time for you to get a new hobby, pal
They’re lookin’ up to me
Like do I call you P-O-W, Pauly, Pauer
To be honest, I don’t really give a fuck
The vison’s gettin’ to your idol’s status, but way further above (Straight Up)
Well my music’s still hitting deeper than the depths of 7 seas
I’ll rap about elderly problems at the age of 17
I’ll rap about heaven’s problems the night after I rest in peace
Ask God what’s my definition, he’ll say „He’s a blessing, jeez”
If it wasn’t already plain to see, I’ll send you to the nearest doctor’s office of optometry
You’ll have insomnia, the next time you try and sleep on me
Crush your motherfuckin’ dreams, call it „Grim Reap” your sleep