Lyrics 50 Feet Tall - Adil Omar, Hard Target

50 Feet Tall

Murder, I murder, I murder everything I can kill
Anvil, leaving dead bodies in a land fill
Stand still or you could be the next to receive
A fucking mouth full of punches and a trip to the ER
Holy roller, holy divers, we some outlaw bikers
And we ride on the grind as some southpaw fighters
Make a quick stop and see you fucking (?) all lined up
At a Bruno Mars show with a sky full of lighters
Yeah, I douse the audience in kerosene
And walk away clean, homie, cause I’m barely seen
We the epitome of monsters;
scary things
And we allegedly be bonkers — the hell we bring
You know the deal, this is Rampage, Cloverfield
Photos on your iPhone, clicking so you know it’s real
Body Snatchers, snatch you out of your mansion
And my swamp is a relic, I’m a tourist attraction
Standing fifty feet tall as I’m beating on my chest
Standing fifty feet tall as I’m beating on my chest
Standing fifty feet tall as I’m beating on my chest
(Bun B sample: Gorilla swinging on a vine, beating on my chest)
Well, here I go
You better run and hide
I’m standing fifty feet up off the ground, yeah
They yell in fear when I’m jumping in
Well, you can’t help but to run from him
I’m standing fifty feet up off the ground, yeah
And I don’t think I’m coming down
And I don’t think I’m coming down
Yo, I’m a giant, I’m a monster
Fifty foot tall, I’m a titan and a gauntlet
Swing a battleaxe as I savagely attack
Your screams are like singing as I triumph and I conquer
My mouth is like a torch, I’m breathing fire like Godzilla
Climbing up a building, I’m hanging off of a high pillar
You couldn’t understand unless you up at the top with us
Anyone caught beneath me turn into my victim
While I’m yelling out «die, hater!»
Got your bitch in my palm, I’m on a skyscraper
You can’t stop us, careful, I might drop her
Off the top of the building and kill her with no conscience
The feeling is so offset, villain with no cause
Yet, turn cities to rubble, simple with one small step
A giant’s foot just crept on through
You better run, next time I might step on you
Standing fifty feet tall as I’m beating on my chest
Standing fifty feet tall as I’m beating on my chest
Standing fifty feet tall as I’m beating on my chest
(Bun B sample: Gorilla swinging on a vine, beating on my chest)
Well, here I go
You better run and hide
I’m standing fifty feet up off the ground, yeah
They yell in fear when I’m jumping in
Well, you can’t help but to run from him
I’m standing fifty feet up off the ground, yeah
And I don’t think I’m coming down
And I don’t think I’m coming down
I’ve got the swagger of an international criminal
If I only kill a hundred then the causalities minimal
It’s like I only give a fuck if I’mma cash in a billion
You silly hoes can all just suck on what I’m packing
The pivotal assassin, propaganda, make 'em move to the music
We stay suited and booted like fucking Vladimir Putin
You spend your weekend at the bar, I spend my Saturday shooting
And I’m known to go bananas like I’m Hanna
This movie is a snuff film by Quentin Tarantino, what a gory gonzo
«Arigato», custom made katanas by Hattori Hanzo
Brawling pronto, calling shots, balling like there’s no tomorrow
Gorgeous models, Crazy 88 the club with all my vatos
Japanese Akitas out the Buggati
Shirai-Ryu;
call me Hanzo Hasashi
I assassinate your squad, fucking try to just stop me
Make your crew do Harakiri, it’s a bloody bukkake
Standing fifty feet tall as I’m beating on my chest
Standing fifty feet tall as I’m beating on my chest
Standing fifty feet tall as I’m beating on my chest
(Bun B sample: Gorilla swinging on a vine, beating on my chest)
Well, here I go
You better run and hide
I’m standing fifty feet up off the ground, yeah
They yell in fear when I’m jumping in
Well, you can’t help but to run from him
I’m standing fifty feet up off the ground, yeah
And I don’t think I’m coming down
And I don’t think I’m coming down