Im Not A Tortured Poet Im Too Fucking Predictable by Talkshow Boy Lyrics

(Wu-Tang Clan
Wu-Tang)

I was born in 1985 and until I plan on dying I am gonna stay alive
It's far too late for me to sit back down
So get yr arse up, let yr shit spin round
And kill kill kill the party -
Blow those speakers up! and you can get fucked!
Go, go, go when yr boyfriend hits the road
With the windows down (way down)
You can get yr Colt .45 so that you can unload
With the windows down (way down)
And kill kill kill yr rivals
It's a dish that's best served cold - unload, unload
I've got links that reach internationally
Recognised handshakes, secret signs
And codewords, buzzwords, I've got everything
To be a super-secret spy so

Kill, kill, kill - kill internationally
Go, go, go - go internationally
Kill, kill, kill - kill internationally
Go, go, go - go internationally
Kill, kill, kill - kill internationally
Go, go, go - go intеrnationally
Kill, kill, kill - kill internationally
Go, go, go - go international-de