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• Artiste: Machine Head
• Titre: Razorblade Smile
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Call me the billionaire breaker, turn 'em into my bitch I'm the king of the freaks a' down here diggin' a ditch I'm at a weed cafe on a Netherlands street Riding a caffeine buzz and I'm starting to peak Mescaline pile, gettin' me high Laser beam eyes, puncture of the sky I'm catching lightning in a bottle and I'm hitting it hard I got no time for your bullshit so don't even start Freak magnet Pushin' back at you Straitjacket I'm a rock star in the gutter and I love it down here I'll take a shit on Mar-a-lago while I'm drinkin' a beer Fuck your champagne wishes and your caviar dreams I'll throw a brick through your window And I'll kick in your teeth I got a methadone twitch with a Vicodin itch I'm smoking crank on a foil like a son of a bitch Gonna fuck your borders, barbed wire dick Gorge on bullshit, #1 spic This is an all-black Russian hack, go USA Trump's in bed with North Korea And that just might be gay, come on Straitjacket Buckle up now quick Freak magnet I got a .357 and it's loaded and locked Pullin' a hair-brain trigger 'cause the hammer is cocked I got a razor blade smile and a cocaine tongue I got a boner for miles, I'm slinging loads for fun Carry a whiskey brown suitcase loaded with hash I'm eatin' pussy by a dumpster Beard stinking like snatch I'll drink you... Under the table with a gasoline smile Honey you're my fire, let's get lost for a while Blotto all our memories in bottles of wine Got a snake charmer's eyes, now you're caught on my line I'm chopping rails on a toilet, blazin' up the stall Chuggin' Jack in the food court, throwing up in the mall I'm a psychoactive child in a rich man's game I bet my future on a bar fight, kickin' ass, takin' names I'm a Freak magnet Pushin' back at you Straitjacket Buckle up now Black casket I'm in a polka-dot hearse headed straight for the grave No class, fast track, I can't be saved