Dirty Dishes Lyrics

The road itches, the town now in my palm is twisted

Feeling no comfort, have to make all the dirty dishes

They not clean cause' I went right straight to the Mississippis

Job unfinished, my demons tried to make me feel like easy

Now I don't have a way to escape

This pain is feeling like is techno and raves

And I'm not the man that you want him to worry about complains

Is not about when the fuck I'm getting a good day

And let's say is easy to fucking make it

If you are good then surely, you crazy

Racing cars, like nascars, on the hills, im getting lazy, no full KIT

Fuck a thousand hoes, I don't want no party

I prefer the real one who I'm getting married

Tilted, printed, frames, no mods, also someone named garry

No plants in my garden, cause' I defeated all the zombies

Sorry but if you say whatever it gets you lonely

Saying what I want, I don't have to fucking worry

She said that she don't love me but now she's very worried

Let's go, let's stop for a little bit

Beating, collecting things, writing while eating, living in the street

You can't level my writing, like Pun in Italy

Did a vulgar brutality speaking, finaly I can see

What is this about, and only the little things

It is what it is, I only speak to the beat

This is for all the people I love, you know I make it quick

A machine you know that can't equal my quality

Tiny speech I make it clear, please call me sir mehtric

Asymmetrical is what I'm calling you, my darling

Youy have a bad rythm, also you a fucking ugly

What the fuck are you telling me

I don't need a bad word to destroy my enemies

This no undertale I don't need to spread my mercy

Merci, I don't speak French but I do better your own language

Dirty dishes in my room, I'm barely pathetic

But they more than me, I'm a mini Charles Bukowski

Shout out to my friend, that he quitted finaly smoking

Don't be a retard, and don't fucking touch me

I ain't playing games and you're not my browski

Get out of my room, i'ts only to me and my shorty

I'm giving her kisses, and you know that now she's horny

My bed make so much noise that I'm calling it now bedrock

I don't know who are you, maybe you are Pedro?

The bad rappers who tries I teach them like they are a perros

Now that's fucked up, how I fucked the scenario

The face of who hates surely it's like calamardo

I'm not calmado, I'm coming here to shoot my ammo

I don't have guns, but my lyrics sound like a volcano

Camon, get the fuck out and go smoke some tobacco

You know that my phrases turns your mind into a macchiato