Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come Out to Play, artist - ABK. Album song Hatchet Warrior, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Come Out to Play |
| Where you at motherfucker heard you been talking shit |
| But everytime I come around it’s like you seem to forget |
| Shut your mouth you little ho before I scalp your lip |
| In other words you’ll be a dead little punk ass bitch |
| I won’t forget you every time I’m pissing over your grave |
| Or when I’m slanging payote in hoods that you once claimed |
| Learn about the tribe you’re dissing cause we all ain’t the same |
| Tomahawk steady swinging as I’m dancing for rain |
| So come and play with me, at least until the sky turns grey |
| Shooting off my arrows like AK’s |
| Amazing situations, four colors of man, represent the wicked nations |
| Underground street level, running this course |
| Keeping you shady bitches scared to come up off your porch |
| So come and hang with me, unless you blaming me |
| Because the native hydro keeps changing me |
| Come and play with me (even if it means your death) |
| Though you hated me (my tomahawk swings right to left) |
| You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath) |
| Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest) |
| Warriors, come out and play |
| Roaches I spray, I’m ABK |
| I’d rather be dead than fade away |
| All my life I been a scrub, I wouldn’t change a day |
| What I’m saying quit playing I’m a tell you how it’s slaying |
| See me in the streets psychopathic chain just swaying |
| Anybody Killa so it ain’t no delaying |
| Dead body six feet in the groud decaying |
| When I come I’ll rub the serial numbers from my gun out |
| The tribal war paint on my face will make you run out |
| Bust shots in the sky and shoot the sun out |
| An keep us in the clip until every last run out |
| Erasing all the drama that this world brings |
| Moon light shine bright on shattered dreams |
| Keep away from a killer with a god damn fiend |
| Get your own fucking bullshit scheme |
| Twiztid Madrox and the ABK |
| Buying automatic weapons from renegades in Bombei |
| Fuck Alize and a fake ass bitch |
| We the sharks in the water, y’all popcorn shrimps |
| So you can eat my cocktail sauce and ass |
| Throwing east in the air when we walk past think fast |
| You can be a hater with a lot to say |
| But you’re talking from the door so come out and play |
| Come and play with me (even if it means your death) |
| Though you hated me (my butcher knife swings right to left) |
| You bet just wait and see (I'll be a juggalo till my very last breath) |
| Then you hate to see (these hatchet men up on our chest) |
| These hatchet men up on our chests (until fade out) |