Trap God – Creepy Lyrics
Artist: Trap God
Song: Creepy
Sai che sbraito “Sucate”
Ascolti Coma_Cose insieme a Michael Shumacher
Pac divora termiti
Vaccino bimbe down alla stazione Roma Termini
Pacciani è il Cristo siciliano
Chiedo coca a Lapo Elkann col prefisso di Milano
Dentro il comodino un’accetta
Ti stacco le unghie, Tommasino Buscetta
Non è un caso, sono il primo
Vado a prostitute insieme a Lino Banfi
Nato il 21, come Jeffrey Dahmer
Dieci ovuli in culo, poi ti senti male
Resto buono, son partito sempre in pista
Lancio una granata sul partito femminista
Se te lo metto in culo dopo vince l’AIDS
Scrivo Franzoni sopra ai giochi Fisher-Price
Metto l’acido nella borsa di Gucci
Per lanciarlo a fine storia sopra la faccia di Jasmine
Uccido Justin, do coca al figlio di Craxi
Bambine nelle mie grinfie c’ho ancora sete di sangue
Credono sia scemo tipo: “Quando pippi?
Fai due hit e poi fanculo sicuro sparisci”
Hanno pregato il loro dio che io fallissi
Ma ritorno a cazzo duro perché Dio non esiste
Figli di puttana mi vogliono morto
Bella questa bara, ti fa da cappotto
Hai una famiglia con la grana ma sei un padre stronzo
Previeni la vita con l’aborto
È il ritorno del tuo incubo profondo
Sono Mr. Simpatia con una maschera da porco
Ho la claustrofobia di questo mondo
Spero che una malattia si porti via il tuo albero genealogico
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Creepy Lyrics – English Translation
You know that “Sucate”
Listen to Coma_Cose together with Michael Shumacher
PAC devours Termiti
Vaccine girls down at Roma Termini station
Pacciani is the Sicilian Christ
I ask Coca to Lapo Elkann with the Milan prefix
Inside the bedside table a hatchet
You detach your nails, Tommasino Buscetta
It’s not a coincidence, I’m the first
I go to prostitutes together with Lino Banfi
Born on 21, like Jeffrey Dahmer
Ten eggs in the #ss, then you feel bad
I remain good, I have always left on the track
I throw a grenade on the feminist party
If I put it in the #ss after you win the AIDS
I am writing Franzoni above the Fisher-Price games
I put acid in the Gucci bag
To launch it at the end of the story above Jasmine’s face
Kill Justin, I do coca to the son of Craxi
Girls in my clutches I still have blood thirsty
They believe they are stupid like: “When Pippi?
Do two hits and then f#ck sure you disappear ”
They prayed to their God that I fail
But return to hard c#ck because God does not exist
Children of wh#re want to dead me
Beautiful this coffin, it makes you coat
You have a family with the parmesan but you are an #ssh#l# father
Present your life with abortion
It is the return of your deep nightmare
I am Mr. sympathy with a pig mask
I have the claustrophobia of this world
I hope that a disease will take away your family tree
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Trap God Lyrics – Creepy
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Release Year: 2023