Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come out to Play, artist - Anybody Killa. Album song The Perfection Collection, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
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) |