Testi:
Limp The Critic

I'm a critic cause I have nothing to show I have nowhere to go with this so called talent of mine my confession to the world is on a wall in a bathroom

q me chulees, me da igual q seais indios, viquingos o cules, juego limpio aunq me gusta el ruido sucio de la estatica, estoy mas preparado para soportar tu critica

gatti morti se sui palchi siete cani/ mr madness: vuoi essere come fred buongusto o whitney huston/ andare a woodstock ma non hai gusto/ mischi troppi generi come i limp

moral cuando estas cambiando el mundo sentadito en tu sofa y quieres mas, ejemplos, el tiene un bar pero nadie contratao, asi se ahorra pagar pero aun asi critica

' up the world today When the good comes to bad, the bad comes to good But I'ma live my life like I should (Like I should) Now all the critics wanna

straight You ride the best cars, eat good, and drink fat You can't do this shit without me don't you ever think that Recognize my bald head and my gangsta limp

of hoes No rogaine in the propane flows Chosen one, I'm the living proof With the gift of gab from the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics

You get so proud because you're humble You cut off truth from what is true You'll blame your problems on anything Except you You don't take criticism

They said They do critical things This is their concentration Forgetting the risk Opening curtains Is a common thing to do Untying shoelaces Fixing propellers