Lyrics of King for hire

Shan vdp: sitting in a room with six experts and five elephants/ all with eyes fixed on a life size skeleton/ enveloping the clock by minutes, while developing a plot for the cynic-eyed critic/ why sit watch mimic? try to think of sly gimmicks/ i don't think outside the box, i was never in it/ wh-wh-wh-whatch, as i minimize critics when i finish my shit and put a lid up on a bitch like that

Tu vais por carai
No vais comigo pra minga porta
A qui non vais e nom importa no mais

Derek d: big dick swingin/ run around with little riches, lip sync - livin up to glitz/ i'm thinking of the hits i've heard, absurd, tooth-smash off the curb, ears ringing... why the fuck are you singing?/ pass the herb, i'll pass on disturbances, plastic words that fascinate herds of kids/
Massacres that happen when the crash occurs, distracted by that whole calibre of trash, it hurts