A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

Saurus & Bones lyrics : "Words (ft. Bard)"

Artist: Saurus and Bones ft. Bard
Album: Mind Like Mine
Song: Words

Typed by: Kevin Leaser



You should be scared of this, I need a therapist
I got a narrative and half a bar would tear your %#@!
So don't try flexing kid, you'd need a Remington

To touch this specialist because I'm highly venomous
The menacing embellishing mad deafening epiphany
Since infancy envisioning soliloquies intricately

Facilities are built to house my styles and similes
A genius seen before the pregnancy and birth of me
Now how can this be, I'm something to see

Composing symphonies while you were learning to read
Flip %#@! like turbulence, control your nervousness
I'm thirsty (*##$ and once I start to shine it's permanent



Amoxicillin and drugs is what you need just to survive

While I'm the king and it's funny punching you Dougs in the eyes
Opposite of you $#&@ers, no competition among us
You're arthritic and wonder how I keep fingers so muscled

My charisma's humongous, your confidence, it just plummets
Man I can rip a guy to bits so I consider you nothing-lyrics.html )
You're half of jack %#@! like a miniature pumpkin

I know you know I know best, that's how I ridicule mothers
I don't listen, Sonic's pissed cause I keep hitting with Knuckles
Damn I can lift the collagen up out your skin by just touching

King of the jungle, I seek to keep the lions all hiding
Get in a tussle with me to flee, you're dying to try it



I bury you in a urinal, all they find is a URL
When you die they can view it all on diary funeral journal

You were burned to a blueish-purple fume of a person
With lighter fluid while I was riding a bicycle, stupid
Usually I have a beautiful stomach craving

For bashing his $#&@ing face in with a bag, plastic suffocation
Damaged muffler, brakes, and steering wheel
Reveal the fear of my car peeling over you, screaming like a seal being

sheared
When Missil on a song, spectacular, mythological
Get back from 'em, killers of the Gods

Hit the ground summit adjacent to the sound of trumpets
With my power function, your face gets pounded the $#&@ in


these lyrics are submitted by Kevin Leaser

Submit Corrections