"Loud Noises" Videos
Life handed me lemons, I jumped back in the public eye And squirted lemon juice in it, by now you just wish i'd fucking die, But I electrify, get electricuted, executed by an executioner Of my flow too wit for the human eye to detect zooming by G-g-g-guess who? Whats happenin' guy? You told me to shit Fell off that pot, hopped right back on that crapper and I Said fuck you, with a capital "I", look who's back to antag-gonize You don't like it, you can eat shit, fuck off little faggot and die You right back like a maggot on my dick grabbing at my shit, better get to the back of the line You wanna get your shot at me? What kinda crap is that battle? What kinda rapper would I be? Before I let another rapper think he's hot I'll bury my face in his stinky twat and go (tongue noises) Go 'head, space is limited, ain't even room in the back of my mind That's why I ain't thinking about you, I don't got time and I told you a thousand times So how can I find the time to put an alkaline battery in Royce's back And at the same time put juice in mine? Goddammit Slaughterhouse is signed
[Verse 2: Crooked I]
I'm a menace villain, my pen is sitting spilling, my livers killing Then I let you witness shit when it hit the ceiling The niggas willing to give the listeners the sickest feeling Like mixing some Benadryl and penicillin then I'm filling the clip With a written, can you picture my pistol drilling? A million women and children when I'm illing but it isn't real, it's a rap On the real, it's a wrap, how could you possibly stop the Apocalypse When I'm atomic bombing the populous Shock the metropolis hostile as a kid popping the Glock at his moms And his pops then he hops in his drop with his iPod rocking the Slaughterish Documentation and lyrics I write with confidence Write like a columnist slash novelist I'm in this game to demolish, establish my dominance Over prominent rappers you popping shit 'til you opposite I can spit ominous so spit politics now I'm Haile Selassie Gandhi and Pac of this hip hop genre, bitch
[Verse 3: Royce]
Lyrically I'm a cocaine Altoid Ability to bring, it's a no brain bout boy Physically I'm literally a cocaine cowboy, wait-wait Did I just go almost four bars without talking about my big dick? The other day me and your thick bitch had a great day and we ate cake And then we walked and then she tried to jack me off but she lost Cause she couldn't handle my shit, wait I sweared, irony of Ryan Is I am bipolar while I'm rhyming standing beside a big old white bear Neither one of us fight fair, you are literally looking at Woody and Wesley In a movie with a white boy ain't got to jump no where cause I'm here Nigga I'm on fire yeah and I'm every bitc
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