Animal Rap 歌词
| 歌曲 | Animal Rap |
| 歌手 | Jedi Mind Tricks |
| 专辑 | Visions Of Gandhi |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Baldwin, Luvineri, Wilson | |
| You know the | |
| Don's armed wit sixteen | |
| And I throw harm for this big cream, the whips and the carriage | |
| Ball like the | |
| Knicks and the | |
| Mavericks, slip into fabrics | |
| Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards | |
| Spot a bitch wit that | |
| Cris habit, | |
| I gotta have it | |
| **** shorty and send her | |
| OT wit a brick in her baggage | |
| Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish | |
| She only lick dick status to get cabbage | |
| Dick get lathered to the thick baptist | |
| Who back on the map? | |
| Giancana wit a vengeance | |
| It's drama to the finish, put the llama to your appendix (aiight) | |
| And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood | |
| I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga) | |
| This where the buck stops, **** props | |
| Buck shots at the top money, what the **** you forgot? | |
| Thought I was done and wasn't touchin' the block? | |
| Still real, bustin' the glock | |
| Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now?(Chorus) (Scratching) | |
| Sample of | |
| Mike Tyson speaking[Mike Tyson] | |
| Everybody talks and they like | |
| I'm losing my head, | |
| I'm losing confidenceand that | |
| I'm talking loud and vulgar - | |
| I'm talking vulgar because | |
| I'm angryat what | |
| I've experienced all my years through this and | |
| I'm just angry! | |
| Everyone else has the right to be angry too but that's just how | |
| I express myself[Vinnie Paz] | |
| Yo, bust a mother****in' gat to this | |
| Y'all believe lies like y'all was | |
| CatholicsI rap in | |
| Arabic, so my message is just immaculate | |
| My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it | |
| My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it | |
| I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties | |
| Looks kinda resemble that of fat | |
| PaulyI don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me | |
| Chain hang down to my dick, | |
| I'm that gaudy | |
| I don't even **** wit you cats, you rap poorly | |
| I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny | |
| Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you | |
| And Vinnie | |
| Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter doyou should understand that | |
| I ain't really ****in' aroundand if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground | |
| We buckin' em down, 'cause that's how wrong my life is | |
| Y'all don't overstand how ****in' strong my wife is | |
| I'm from a time where every song was righteous | |
| Before rap was just a swarm of white kids | |
| And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to thepawns and sheisters | |
| I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers | |
| And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless | |
| What!!! ****in' | |
| Vinnie Paz daddy!!! (Jedi Mind Tricks! Yeah!)(Chorus) (Scratching) | |
| Sample of | |
| Mike Tyson speaking[Mike Tyson] | |
| I'm a man, | |
| I - Listen | |
| I'm not afraid to die, | |
| I'm not afraid to waste my life'cuz when | |
| I die I'm going to paradiseand | |
| I'm not worried so | |
| I'm in a hurry to die. | |
| But no one's going to disrespect me and no one's going to writenonsense about me with out me retaliating back! |
| zuo qu : Baldwin, Luvineri, Wilson | |
| You know the | |
| Don' s armed wit sixteen | |
| And I throw harm for this big cream, the whips and the carriage | |
| Ball like the | |
| Knicks and the | |
| Mavericks, slip into fabrics | |
| Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards | |
| Spot a bitch wit that | |
| Cris habit, | |
| I gotta have it | |
| shorty and send her | |
| OT wit a brick in her baggage | |
| Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish | |
| She only lick dick status to get cabbage | |
| Dick get lathered to the thick baptist | |
| Who back on the map? | |
| Giancana wit a vengeance | |
| It' s drama to the finish, put the llama to your appendix aiight | |
| And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood | |
| I' m a legend breathing, the reason you thug nigga | |
| This where the buck stops, props | |
| Buck shots at the top money, what the you forgot? | |
| Thought I was done and wasn' t touchin' the block? | |
| Still real, bustin' the glock | |
| Put it where you could see it blao what up now? Chorus Scratching | |
| Sample of | |
| Mike Tyson speaking Mike Tyson | |
| Everybody talks and they like | |
| I' m losing my head, | |
| I' m losing confidenceand that | |
| I' m talking loud and vulgar | |
| I' m talking vulgar because | |
| I' m angryat what | |
| I' ve experienced all my years through this and | |
| I' m just angry! | |
| Everyone else has the right to be angry too but that' s just how | |
| I express myself Vinnie Paz | |
| Yo, bust a mother in' gat to this | |
| Y' all believe lies like y' all was | |
| CatholicsI rap in | |
| Arabic, so my message is just immaculate | |
| My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it | |
| My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it | |
| I' m surly, miserable cat that slap shorties | |
| Looks kinda resemble that of fat | |
| PaulyI don' t even clap, young boy, he claps for me | |
| Chain hang down to my dick, | |
| I' m that gaudy | |
| I don' t even wit you cats, you rap poorly | |
| I don' t even buck at you cats, you that corny | |
| Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you | |
| And Vinnie | |
| Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter doyou should understand that | |
| I ain' t really in' aroundand if you don' t, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground | |
| We buckin' em down, ' cause that' s how wrong my life is | |
| Y' all don' t overstand how in' strong my wife is | |
| I' m from a time where every song was righteous | |
| Before rap was just a swarm of white kids | |
| And y' all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to thepawns and sheisters | |
| I' ll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers | |
| And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless | |
| What!!! in' | |
| Vinnie Paz daddy!!! Jedi Mind Tricks! Yeah! Chorus Scratching | |
| Sample of | |
| Mike Tyson speaking Mike Tyson | |
| I' m a man, | |
| I Listen | |
| I' m not afraid to die, | |
| I' m not afraid to waste my life' cuz when | |
| I die I' m going to paradiseand | |
| I' m not worried so | |
| I' m in a hurry to die. | |
| But no one' s going to disrespect me and no one' s going to writenonsense about me with out me retaliating back! |
| zuò qǔ : Baldwin, Luvineri, Wilson | |
| You know the | |
| Don' s armed wit sixteen | |
| And I throw harm for this big cream, the whips and the carriage | |
| Ball like the | |
| Knicks and the | |
| Mavericks, slip into fabrics | |
| Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards | |
| Spot a bitch wit that | |
| Cris habit, | |
| I gotta have it | |
| shorty and send her | |
| OT wit a brick in her baggage | |
| Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish | |
| She only lick dick status to get cabbage | |
| Dick get lathered to the thick baptist | |
| Who back on the map? | |
| Giancana wit a vengeance | |
| It' s drama to the finish, put the llama to your appendix aiight | |
| And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood | |
| I' m a legend breathing, the reason you thug nigga | |
| This where the buck stops, props | |
| Buck shots at the top money, what the you forgot? | |
| Thought I was done and wasn' t touchin' the block? | |
| Still real, bustin' the glock | |
| Put it where you could see it blao what up now? Chorus Scratching | |
| Sample of | |
| Mike Tyson speaking Mike Tyson | |
| Everybody talks and they like | |
| I' m losing my head, | |
| I' m losing confidenceand that | |
| I' m talking loud and vulgar | |
| I' m talking vulgar because | |
| I' m angryat what | |
| I' ve experienced all my years through this and | |
| I' m just angry! | |
| Everyone else has the right to be angry too but that' s just how | |
| I express myself Vinnie Paz | |
| Yo, bust a mother in' gat to this | |
| Y' all believe lies like y' all was | |
| CatholicsI rap in | |
| Arabic, so my message is just immaculate | |
| My rap elaborate, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it | |
| My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it | |
| I' m surly, miserable cat that slap shorties | |
| Looks kinda resemble that of fat | |
| PaulyI don' t even clap, young boy, he claps for me | |
| Chain hang down to my dick, | |
| I' m that gaudy | |
| I don' t even wit you cats, you rap poorly | |
| I don' t even buck at you cats, you that corny | |
| Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you | |
| And Vinnie | |
| Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter doyou should understand that | |
| I ain' t really in' aroundand if you don' t, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground | |
| We buckin' em down, ' cause that' s how wrong my life is | |
| Y' all don' t overstand how in' strong my wife is | |
| I' m from a time where every song was righteous | |
| Before rap was just a swarm of white kids | |
| And y' all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to thepawns and sheisters | |
| I' ll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers | |
| And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless | |
| What!!! in' | |
| Vinnie Paz daddy!!! Jedi Mind Tricks! Yeah! Chorus Scratching | |
| Sample of | |
| Mike Tyson speaking Mike Tyson | |
| I' m a man, | |
| I Listen | |
| I' m not afraid to die, | |
| I' m not afraid to waste my life' cuz when | |
| I die I' m going to paradiseand | |
| I' m not worried so | |
| I' m in a hurry to die. | |
| But no one' s going to disrespect me and no one' s going to writenonsense about me with out me retaliating back! |
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