Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pretty Little Whores (feat. Vinnie Paz and Outerspace) , by - Vinnie Paz. Release date: 30.06.2008
Song language: English
Pretty Little Whores (feat. Vinnie Paz and Outerspace) |
| I’m like Jesus to you |
| Rapping to me is like breathing to you |
| In second nature but someone had to teach it to you |
| The flow is hard like a Roman statue |
| I’m in the zone like Tony Rome holdin' chrome go in the back you |
| You’re goin' one on one with Vinnie Paz |
| A chubby ghini with a mini mag gimme' henny slimmy bag |
| And that’s why AOTP is tied sick |
| Cuz ya’ll, ya’ll all overrated like Mike Vick |
| An ice pick through you’re fuckin' frontal lobe |
| Jedi Mind and Outerspace about to run the globe |
| So you should be prepared cause' it’s apocalyptic |
| I’ll be the first one on the battlefield to cock a biscuit |
| You in on the statistic, just a mother-fuckin crab-rapper |
| Lyin' on the floor, why did I get stabbed, rapper? |
| And ya’ll are old enough to see Pingeon |
| It’s Vinnie Pazienza with my mother fuckin cousin DTOP |
| We don’t aim to please; |
| we in the squeeze just to break your knees |
| Leave you cryin' like a bitch if you don’t take it ease |
| Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease |
| (All the pretty little whores) |
| I’d expect numerous nights, movin the mics, adrenaline rush |
| Move to the left, move to the right |
| So much henny backstage I started losin' my sight |
| So don’t run me up with no dumb shit |
| The fuel ignites, venomous spray, Sixteens headin' your way |
| And if I want you dead in June you surrender in May |
| Black guys and black moons when we enter the stage |
| These feral bones break forever and forever decay |
| The catacomb could pretend that this couldn’t weather the storm |
| I’m in the zone, tough as leather where content is the swarm |
| If it’s my home, it’s whatever let the weapons be drawn |
| I let your dome be the center of a traitorous poan |
| Ya’ll ain’t close to clever so watch your words |
| Or ya’ll goin' to be exposed forever as a knocked-out herb |
| Ya’ll fake pussy pomes, ya’ll got a lot of nerves |
| Open your mouths once again, you’re gonna eat the curb |
| Fuck it |
| We don’t aim to please, we in the squeeze just to break your knees |
| Leave you cryin' like a bitch if you don’t take it ease |
| Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease |
| (All the pretty little whores) |
| Outerspace |
| Ya’ll are like bitches, I talk vicious |
| Your walk switches and everything you spit is foul |
| My shit’s ridiculous nigga |
| Every word disturbed from the hood to the 'burbs |
| All my thoughts absurd |
| That’s why we chalk up herbs |
| Every syllable makin' them pull their skirt up |
| Rhymes is like rims I poke 'em out into the curb up |
| Son, you better roll when I’m rappin' |
| Every (??) of straight bullet you bitches are straight tap dancin' |
| We get it crackin' like coke back in the '70s |
| It’s 2005 nigga, crack open the hennas now |
| We allowed to say and do whatever |
| So whenever you want it bring it nigga, we do it better |
| And the reason that I know you a prostitute |
| You snitched, sold your soul and it wasn’t for a lot of loot |
| I gotta boot and it fit in your ass |
| Truly you’re as planetary, put your flags at half-mass |
| We don’t aim to please, we in the squeeze just to break your knees |
| Leave you cryin' like a bitch if you don’t take it ease |
| Leave you dyin' like the snitch just to quick the ease |
| (All the pretty little whores) |