Ha Ha Ha歌词
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歌手:Drunken Tiger
歌词出处:http://www.5nd.com
Rejected by death,
my def style causes paradox I leave
you
emboxed, tum in notes to hip-hop straight through your
heart
You've been de-ranked,
straight juiced because you
refuse to
get loose You thrusted but when I'm untrusted, you
gets dusted,
Even a brother I tap that ass like oops I have no pity
for the
no-soul-havin' commitee I'm like Enddy Ran through
pyramids with
your city Ball wippin', ball-shittin' niggas That
style been bitten
while minds been hidden under deep walls layers of
reason I leave
it smilin' and you can get high from the contact
Lyrical fomats
Blow your wig back I get ya open like a ass-wippin'
MCs are
flippin' so I'd advise that they start dippin' I
caught ya slippin'
like petroleum jelly Your girlie hit me on my paper,
so I called
her on my celli Tell me who don't want to get up on
the mic, a
pretend
er Send'em to the principal's office and I'll
suspand'em
like just like that My rap'll handicap individuals
with every syllable
The caravan becomes more minimal the minerals attack
ya mind
just like umbilical chords of MCs Diseased can only
get D's All of
them had rapped, they stopped that after they met me.
But all
the while I free-style pullin' the file of MC's labels
My lyrics
travel as I un-raval the cable of the microphone
Suckers pass
the mic when my rhymes take(s) flight. I get that type
o'flow So
act like you know I slay wack MC's at the disco Tipsy
off the
Cisco my brain is frying like crisco while I'm eatin'
sucker's
styles up like nabisco cookies Steppin' to me you just
can't do
me rookies Compared to my rhyme techs you just can't
flex I
don't know what next about ya.
Talk about ya girl how
I' ooched
& 'ooched y
a bounsta' pounsta' Just like groceries in a basket.
And now it's time for me to put you in your casket.
Fast kid
but filst you might get your ass kick(ed) Maybe
blasted like a
bastard when I told you not to chance it Yourstyle's
ancient
and jurassic
- Rejected by death,
my def style causes paradox I leave
you
emboxed, tum in notes to hip-hop straight through your
heart
You've been de-ranked,
straight juiced because you
refuse to
get loose You thrusted but when I'm untrusted, you
gets dusted,
Even a brother I tap that ass like oops I have no pity
for the
no-soul-havin' commitee I'm like Enddy Ran through
pyramids with
your city Ball wippin', ball-shittin' niggas That
style been bitten
while minds been hidden under deep walls layers of
reason I leave
it smilin' and you can get high from the contact
Lyrical fomats
Blow your wig back I get ya open like a ass-wippin'
MCs are
flippin' so I'd advise that they start dippin' I
caught ya slippin'
like petroleum jelly Your girlie hit me on my paper,
so I called
her on my celli Tell me who don't want to get up on
the mic, a
pretend
er Send'em to the principal's office and I'll
suspand'em
like just like that My rap'll handicap individuals
with every syllable
The caravan becomes more minimal the minerals attack
ya mind
just like umbilical chords of MCs Diseased can only
get D's All of
them had rapped, they stopped that after they met me.
But all
the while I free-style pullin' the file of MC's labels
My lyrics
travel as I un-raval the cable of the microphone
Suckers pass
the mic when my rhymes take(s) flight. I get that type
o'flow So
act like you know I slay wack MC's at the disco Tipsy
off the
Cisco my brain is frying like crisco while I'm eatin'
sucker's
styles up like nabisco cookies Steppin' to me you just
can't do
me rookies Compared to my rhyme techs you just can't
flex I
don't know what next about ya.
Talk about ya girl how
I' ooched
& 'ooched y
a bounsta' pounsta' Just like groceries in a basket.
And now it's time for me to put you in your casket.
Fast kid
but filst you might get your ass kick(ed) Maybe
blasted like a
bastard when I told you not to chance it Yourstyle's
ancient
and jurassic