Lyrics

[Lip Critic] Find my weakness Say is it an ankle busted knee Is it the thing in front of me [Lip Critic] Everything I have at the center of the pot Roll those dice let me see what I've got I'm a gambling man I'd rather leave it up to God Only know what I've had counting up what I've lost [Lip Critic] No more selfish ways They line the bottom of the grave 50 try's tryna get me off it Chasing pleasures only turned me to a puppet No more fast mistakes Sleep light eyes cracked in a way Nevеr one to take my time I'll losе it So infernal but I know I'll still pursue it [Lip Critic] All that you want Won't be What you get When you're a sardine Still trapped in that net [Lip Critic] In the stadium Body's filling in Paramecia I tell them hunger is a gift From lucifer's last hellion [Izzy Da Fonseca] Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal [Lip Critic] Cut me open It's a belly ache Everybody's got something to give away 50 days 50 days I'll go build city out of waste [Izzy Da Fonseca] Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal [Lip Critic] So when I'm running out the store you can't stop me Because I've got a greeters vest I'm an employee 300 loaves of bread and some gasoline All I need to tip a scale that is balancing Everything I had at the center of the pot I used to roll the dice just to see what I got Now I weigh the side with the six black dots Barrel down the road money jammed in my socks [?] (Eu não acredito seu idiota, você fodeu com tudo!) [Lip Critic] I don't go home like you I don't make food in the kitchen And I don't sleep in a bed In a single position And I don't turn on a show I don't watch it and listen I've got the mind of a hound A lap dog disposition And I'm [Izzy Da Fonseca] Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal [Lip Critic] And I don't talk on the phone I don't talk to a friend I make a secret elixir I find a spoon I can bend Death lurks in the cabinets And the dvd slots He's my security camera I let him sit down and watch [Izzy Da Fonseca] Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Infernal Que infernal [Lip Critic] I don't have time for a selfish man I don't have time for a selfish man I don't have time for a selfish man I don't have time for a selfish man A selfish man A selfish man Selfish man A selfish man A selfish man Selfish man A selfish man A selfish man A selfish man A selfish man I don't have time for a selfish man