Torn to Ribbonz - I.F.K.

Deep fail in a head,

Nuthing on face Dicky thoughts

Are landing outside of base

Two bocks in a pocket,

Some hate inside

For anotha mothaf**ka with a bozo mind

Bozo mind bozo mind bozo mind bozo mind bozo

Some times I feel in a dead of night

That somebody takes all ma bodyscrews out

Yeah, mothaf**ka,

Again and again I catch that time

And cherish ma brain

I flog ma dreams,

Flog all reflexes anotha things

In this time makes ma distresses

I lost all rools and limits no more

Before I will be to ribbonz torn

Torn, torn to ribbonz man

Torn, torn torn to ribbonz man

Torn, torn torn to ribbonz man

Torn torn to motherf**k ribbonz

Walking late at night through ma garbage town

With thousands f**king whores

And a packs of spown

They're searcing a cash and killing cops

I absorbe it in myself,

But it's not ma f**king job

Old pusha said

Hey, taste ma joint now

You'll set off, man,

To that greatest point

He saw ma eyes and took away his a**

Cause ma f**king braing was full of grass

Full of grass

Full of grass

Full of grass

Full of grass

Grass

Bombastic heroes with big square

Jawls Malin steel stares strenging their frost balls

They're playn arnolds and filtering words Looking

In shopwindows with reflection of gods

Ma f**k off too quietly for that crowd

And I wish that you make me louda

Whenever I will all that sh*t ignore

And I willbe to ribbonz torn

Torn, torn torn to ribbonz man

Torn, torn torn to ribbonz man

Torn, torn torn to ribbonz man

Torn, torn to motherf**k ribbonz

Torn, torn to motherf**k ribbonz

Torn, torn to motherf**k ribbonz

Torn, torn to motherf**k ribbonz

Torn, torn to motherf**k ribbonz

Torn

Hey, you listen brotha,

You know I'm not a motherf**k mizantrope man,

Bur everyone are too

Much bastardoz.

And when I'm looking on this crowd

I wanna get them one good piece of advice

Suck ma dick, motherf**k

And get out from ma world!