You Flunked 歌词
| 歌曲 | You Flunked |
| 歌手 | Casual |
| 专辑 | Fear Itself |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Owens | |
| Verse One: | |
| Get a load of this | |
| MC, and that | |
| MC I guess the | |
| G does not posess the recipe | |
| You're stale men fell when inferior complexes of when | |
| John flexes vexes the, competition often stop and listen in all men men saught in, raw | |
| I bet your best to play to crave the savior | |
| Never let the sweat be seen against me fiending for an inkling when, the sin retreat before the score is scuffed, you flunk again | |
| I recommend that you step, or | |
| I deck your chin then | |
| I grin cause you slept, you kept your | |
| Face placed in the spot from, first to last | |
| Now listen up as | |
| Cas come burst that ass | |
| Basically, your crew stunk | |
| Here's your grade chump, you flunked | |
| Chorus: Like that and uh, | |
| MC's just flunked (4X) | |
| Verse Two: | |
| It's vital how | |
| I pull tricks up off my jock | |
| Sticks and stones breakbeats and bones make fleets of clones, drop | |
| Sway as I say an essay, will impress a critic | |
| Critic the way | |
| I bring a flow, get it | |
| I'm the dopest, admit it | |
| Regurgitate when you bit it | |
| Ex-Lax the skills of a poet that's the shit and he know it, | |
| I swat em seek em out, and close in- -tro blows internally damaging men pos-ing | |
| I suppose thin tracks are always wack | |
| It all pays back when you stays fat | |
| Like that and uh, like this and uh | |
| This man'll, show you how to flow, dope | |
| Simply stating my standpoint on the, spunk | |
| Basically, you flunked | |
| Chorus Chorus | |
| Two: Like that, the competition, they just flunked (4x) | |
| Verse Three: | |
| It's curtains, the way to adjust, must just be bearing with the tearing and ripping that | |
| I'm inflicting, from where the proper shit of my begin when, tricks lead your saliva is deep in my dick, clean | |
| I need a remedy from men that be | |
| All into me, they might fall into the abyss | |
| As I twist these melodies | |
| Hella MC's seize these fellas be prolific, with it, all intact | |
| Keep in touch even though | |
| I'm only callin back wack, you're week-er than seven days | |
| You should find a way to bring a weaker thought like crime pays | |
| I simply the peak in rhyme divinity when it be up to me, for the funk | |
| Higher like this, higher like that | |
| I got your brain again, you flunked | |
| Chorus Chorus | |
| Two |
| zuo qu : Owens | |
| Verse One: | |
| Get a load of this | |
| MC, and that | |
| MC I guess the | |
| G does not posess the recipe | |
| You' re stale men fell when inferior complexes of when | |
| John flexes vexes the, competition often stop and listen in all men men saught in, raw | |
| I bet your best to play to crave the savior | |
| Never let the sweat be seen against me fiending for an inkling when, the sin retreat before the score is scuffed, you flunk again | |
| I recommend that you step, or | |
| I deck your chin then | |
| I grin cause you slept, you kept your | |
| Face placed in the spot from, first to last | |
| Now listen up as | |
| Cas come burst that ass | |
| Basically, your crew stunk | |
| Here' s your grade chump, you flunked | |
| Chorus: Like that and uh, | |
| MC' s just flunked 4X | |
| Verse Two: | |
| It' s vital how | |
| I pull tricks up off my jock | |
| Sticks and stones breakbeats and bones make fleets of clones, drop | |
| Sway as I say an essay, will impress a critic | |
| Critic the way | |
| I bring a flow, get it | |
| I' m the dopest, admit it | |
| Regurgitate when you bit it | |
| ExLax the skills of a poet that' s the shit and he know it, | |
| I swat em seek em out, and close in tro blows internally damaging men posing | |
| I suppose thin tracks are always wack | |
| It all pays back when you stays fat | |
| Like that and uh, like this and uh | |
| This man' ll, show you how to flow, dope | |
| Simply stating my standpoint on the, spunk | |
| Basically, you flunked | |
| Chorus Chorus | |
| Two: Like that, the competition, they just flunked 4x | |
| Verse Three: | |
| It' s curtains, the way to adjust, must just be bearing with the tearing and ripping that | |
| I' m inflicting, from where the proper shit of my begin when, tricks lead your saliva is deep in my dick, clean | |
| I need a remedy from men that be | |
| All into me, they might fall into the abyss | |
| As I twist these melodies | |
| Hella MC' s seize these fellas be prolific, with it, all intact | |
| Keep in touch even though | |
| I' m only callin back wack, you' re weeker than seven days | |
| You should find a way to bring a weaker thought like crime pays | |
| I simply the peak in rhyme divinity when it be up to me, for the funk | |
| Higher like this, higher like that | |
| I got your brain again, you flunked | |
| Chorus Chorus | |
| Two |
| zuò qǔ : Owens | |
| Verse One: | |
| Get a load of this | |
| MC, and that | |
| MC I guess the | |
| G does not posess the recipe | |
| You' re stale men fell when inferior complexes of when | |
| John flexes vexes the, competition often stop and listen in all men men saught in, raw | |
| I bet your best to play to crave the savior | |
| Never let the sweat be seen against me fiending for an inkling when, the sin retreat before the score is scuffed, you flunk again | |
| I recommend that you step, or | |
| I deck your chin then | |
| I grin cause you slept, you kept your | |
| Face placed in the spot from, first to last | |
| Now listen up as | |
| Cas come burst that ass | |
| Basically, your crew stunk | |
| Here' s your grade chump, you flunked | |
| Chorus: Like that and uh, | |
| MC' s just flunked 4X | |
| Verse Two: | |
| It' s vital how | |
| I pull tricks up off my jock | |
| Sticks and stones breakbeats and bones make fleets of clones, drop | |
| Sway as I say an essay, will impress a critic | |
| Critic the way | |
| I bring a flow, get it | |
| I' m the dopest, admit it | |
| Regurgitate when you bit it | |
| ExLax the skills of a poet that' s the shit and he know it, | |
| I swat em seek em out, and close in tro blows internally damaging men posing | |
| I suppose thin tracks are always wack | |
| It all pays back when you stays fat | |
| Like that and uh, like this and uh | |
| This man' ll, show you how to flow, dope | |
| Simply stating my standpoint on the, spunk | |
| Basically, you flunked | |
| Chorus Chorus | |
| Two: Like that, the competition, they just flunked 4x | |
| Verse Three: | |
| It' s curtains, the way to adjust, must just be bearing with the tearing and ripping that | |
| I' m inflicting, from where the proper shit of my begin when, tricks lead your saliva is deep in my dick, clean | |
| I need a remedy from men that be | |
| All into me, they might fall into the abyss | |
| As I twist these melodies | |
| Hella MC' s seize these fellas be prolific, with it, all intact | |
| Keep in touch even though | |
| I' m only callin back wack, you' re weeker than seven days | |
| You should find a way to bring a weaker thought like crime pays | |
| I simply the peak in rhyme divinity when it be up to me, for the funk | |
| Higher like this, higher like that | |
| I got your brain again, you flunked | |
| Chorus Chorus | |
| Two |
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