Paroles de Vertigo

He must be off his rocker, got the chopper in his locker Cock it, let it go {pow} turn these fruits into some vegetables Ex and oh, semi-loaded up, bitch I'm surgical Your head explodes Your chest get opened up, like convertibles You now experiencing vertigo This that in the dungeon, hermit flow Now it's gettin personal Sharpen swords soldiers like I'm percival Chill with richard branson, smoking blunts inside the terminal Virgin air, phone ain't getting service there Murk um if a person speak a word or stare Nobody move, leave these bitches bloody bruised Here to murder me, you, your momma, and your cousin too It's nothing new, simply we don't fuck with you This the stroke of a genius Light the smoke then go float with a phoenix I'm walking by humbly, looking pretty troubling It's all good they don't notice I'm Jesus