Dead niggas on the premises I sin yeah Zulu nigga with a motherfucking thin spear I've been clear get yo' fucking ass in here The shit niggas talk don’t impress cos' I’ve been there I've done that motherfuckers best to run back Slap yo self' and get your cunt checked Cos' niggas don't bust like us Don't crush like us Sniff a little dust and I feel buff like buzz You ain't ready for this nigga Balotelli Pelli Pelli getting sweaty Cos I'm freakin' with your favorite baby You got a rain check I came to bring the pain back Rough neck swinging with the motherfuckin' cane back Yes we've been endorsed by four horsemen of course awesome Never lost to first caution I floss often like I'm Mark Boss I'm cautious Yeh, now headbang until you’re nauseous
See when I come in I'm sweating like the running man Game of deaths Skits V got the upper hand My body check turns your body to a bloody wreck You and your girlfriends yeah your buddy's next Blood thirsty I stalk with the full clip Walk my dog after dark when the moons lit I follow footprints equipped with a tool kit Its clockwork when my mood shift is Kubrick I pump a fool with a lethal dosage watch their eyeballs pop out like harlequin ichtyosis Try to trespass my yard full of deadly Dobers I wash the blood from their fur with some head and shoulders Cold case no trace come through Chopping off heads with the machete crew Way too hard for the hit list So I take down the stars on my shit-list Vicious
Ciao Bella it’s the English-Dutch fella You know its rain of terror when we collab together You're light as a feather Break under pressure Off the fucking charts man you can't even measure Join the adventure we out for the treasure Heads get severed its all my pleasure Its doomsday so we melt down the cheddar You know Dopey Rotten as the nutty professor Never will I give up I will be here forever Chop you up body parts in the blender Never surrender I always remember Gone til November you'll find me in Denver Big up Maurizio it's a joint venture You get dismembered no first time offenders Your world of pain has just ended No you won't survive because your chances are slender
Toc, toc, sono io, il tuo incubo peggiore Billy The Kid del beat Lirico squarciagole Sono il king come Nat Cole Finchè lo ripeto ti convinci che ho ragione Dovrei aprirti gli occhi ma sei nato verme Invertebrato inerme La tua vita è finta dietro sembra che hai lo sfondo verde Bella questa festa di merda E la tua testa è un paracadute E se non te la apro a che serve? Dovrei cercare un alibi La vita cambia in fretta esattamente come cambio gli abiti Non ti fidar di me qualsiasi cosa capiti Perché chi va con lo zoppo parcheggia al posto dei disabili Dio mi parla nel sonno dice dividi le masse Chiede se i politici pagano mai le tasse Per lo show chiama 3 volte 6 Per il flow non serve translate Shake, shake, shake your bloodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
