歌曲 | Mad Man Departure |
歌手 | Kool Keith |
专辑 | Matthew |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Yeah.. outro, mad man | |
Everytime i see your mother****in ass | |
You always with some mother****ers around you | |
You know why? cause you're mother****in scared | |
But i'ma pick you out mother****er | |
I like to boost myself cause all you niggaz can kiss my ass | |
Critics like my balls, bitches get jealous | |
Y'all on some old funny-ass shit, hang with a bunch of fellas | |
You can't **** with me, shiny head like telly savales | |
Look at your favorite rap star, corny as a mother****er | |
Scarecrow hardcore | |
I flip your tour bus over, pull your plug on your stage show | |
On your ****in tour | |
Put a piece of your ****in hand in the refridgerator | |
Book your shit monday | |
You'll see me with three niggaz with stockin caps | |
With sawed-off shotguns, waitin for your black asses | |
Then come to apollo to play, blow your session away | |
You don't wanna **** around | |
I don't give a **** if you in the studio with bodyguards | |
You can hide behind ****in big ray | |
Bash you in the face with a ****in ashtray | |
Move you out in a stretcher | |
Walk you to the ****in ambulance | |
With blood all over my ****in pants | |
That's what you get for tryin to do a b-boy stance | |
Next i'ma step to all you homo ass niggaz that dance | |
Move that glittery shit out my vision | |
And face the ****in collision | |
Treat you like the lifers group | |
27 years, i'ma act like i'm in ****in prison | |
Say somethin now mother****er, say somethin! | |
I bite your ****in nose, spit back in your ****in lap | |
See somethin funny? see somethin funny?! | |
See somethin funny mother****er?! amputate your face off | |
**** around cut your shoulder blade off | |
Disconnect three of your fingers | |
You won't be able to point at shit | |
Or wave a ****in cab down | |
Look at you bleedin with that rap shit on the ****in ground | |
That's right mother****er | |
You knew i was comin to see you from the beginnin | |
But you was talkin all that bullshit | |
But i'ma see you in, time | |
That's right, when i get to yo' mother****in ass | |
I'ma work my way up there | |
See youse a faggot ass nigga | |
You moved to the suburbs | |
You think you safe, workin by phone | |
You can't go nowhere, and you hidin | |
You stay in hotels, and ?? | |
And smoke a bunch of ****in weed, that's right | |
Lookin at each other | |
****in each other in the ass | |
Bullshittin and playin with playstation | |
I'ma tell you straight | |
I ain't no kid, i'm a grown-ass ****in man |
Yeah.. outro, mad man | |
Everytime i see your mother in ass | |
You always with some mother ers around you | |
You know why? cause you' re mother in scared | |
But i' ma pick you out mother er | |
I like to boost myself cause all you niggaz can kiss my ass | |
Critics like my balls, bitches get jealous | |
Y' all on some old funnyass shit, hang with a bunch of fellas | |
You can' t with me, shiny head like telly savales | |
Look at your favorite rap star, corny as a mother er | |
Scarecrow hardcore | |
I flip your tour bus over, pull your plug on your stage show | |
On your in tour | |
Put a piece of your in hand in the refridgerator | |
Book your shit monday | |
You' ll see me with three niggaz with stockin caps | |
With sawedoff shotguns, waitin for your black asses | |
Then come to apollo to play, blow your session away | |
You don' t wanna around | |
I don' t give a if you in the studio with bodyguards | |
You can hide behind in big ray | |
Bash you in the face with a in ashtray | |
Move you out in a stretcher | |
Walk you to the in ambulance | |
With blood all over my in pants | |
That' s what you get for tryin to do a bboy stance | |
Next i' ma step to all you homo ass niggaz that dance | |
Move that glittery shit out my vision | |
And face the in collision | |
Treat you like the lifers group | |
27 years, i' ma act like i' m in in prison | |
Say somethin now mother er, say somethin! | |
I bite your in nose, spit back in your in lap | |
See somethin funny? see somethin funny?! | |
See somethin funny mother er?! amputate your face off | |
around cut your shoulder blade off | |
Disconnect three of your fingers | |
You won' t be able to point at shit | |
Or wave a in cab down | |
Look at you bleedin with that rap shit on the in ground | |
That' s right mother er | |
You knew i was comin to see you from the beginnin | |
But you was talkin all that bullshit | |
But i' ma see you in, time | |
That' s right, when i get to yo' mother in ass | |
I' ma work my way up there | |
See youse a faggot ass nigga | |
You moved to the suburbs | |
You think you safe, workin by phone | |
You can' t go nowhere, and you hidin | |
You stay in hotels, and ?? | |
And smoke a bunch of in weed, that' s right | |
Lookin at each other | |
in each other in the ass | |
Bullshittin and playin with playstation | |
I' ma tell you straight | |
I ain' t no kid, i' m a grownass in man |
Yeah.. outro, mad man | |
Everytime i see your mother in ass | |
You always with some mother ers around you | |
You know why? cause you' re mother in scared | |
But i' ma pick you out mother er | |
I like to boost myself cause all you niggaz can kiss my ass | |
Critics like my balls, bitches get jealous | |
Y' all on some old funnyass shit, hang with a bunch of fellas | |
You can' t with me, shiny head like telly savales | |
Look at your favorite rap star, corny as a mother er | |
Scarecrow hardcore | |
I flip your tour bus over, pull your plug on your stage show | |
On your in tour | |
Put a piece of your in hand in the refridgerator | |
Book your shit monday | |
You' ll see me with three niggaz with stockin caps | |
With sawedoff shotguns, waitin for your black asses | |
Then come to apollo to play, blow your session away | |
You don' t wanna around | |
I don' t give a if you in the studio with bodyguards | |
You can hide behind in big ray | |
Bash you in the face with a in ashtray | |
Move you out in a stretcher | |
Walk you to the in ambulance | |
With blood all over my in pants | |
That' s what you get for tryin to do a bboy stance | |
Next i' ma step to all you homo ass niggaz that dance | |
Move that glittery shit out my vision | |
And face the in collision | |
Treat you like the lifers group | |
27 years, i' ma act like i' m in in prison | |
Say somethin now mother er, say somethin! | |
I bite your in nose, spit back in your in lap | |
See somethin funny? see somethin funny?! | |
See somethin funny mother er?! amputate your face off | |
around cut your shoulder blade off | |
Disconnect three of your fingers | |
You won' t be able to point at shit | |
Or wave a in cab down | |
Look at you bleedin with that rap shit on the in ground | |
That' s right mother er | |
You knew i was comin to see you from the beginnin | |
But you was talkin all that bullshit | |
But i' ma see you in, time | |
That' s right, when i get to yo' mother in ass | |
I' ma work my way up there | |
See youse a faggot ass nigga | |
You moved to the suburbs | |
You think you safe, workin by phone | |
You can' t go nowhere, and you hidin | |
You stay in hotels, and ?? | |
And smoke a bunch of in weed, that' s right | |
Lookin at each other | |
in each other in the ass | |
Bullshittin and playin with playstation | |
I' ma tell you straight | |
I ain' t no kid, i' m a grownass in man |