Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang, artist - Doap Nixon. Album song War Syndrome, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.04.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DGZ
Song language: English
Bang |
| Left check, right check, brass knuckles, knife check |
| Nine double-m, black talons that? |
| check |
| Sour diesel, purple haze? |
| cloned |
| Two albums, both classics, my fans is grown |
| City life ain’t nothing like the south dude |
| How this nigga run his mouth with a missing tooth? |
| Three masters, we all got padawans |
| Dudes trying to bust heat, we got bag of bombs |
| You got word that Celph got the south hitting |
| Ap’s up top, me I’m right in the middle |
| And I got these rappers trying to bite my flow |
| Lying to their fans like they’re really getting dough |
| I’m Richard Pryor in his first movie |
| I’m a vet, salute me, rap raw like sushi |
| We the three hottest niggas in the game now |
| Cock it back bang let it bang now |
| Bionic demonic evolution pollution of the soul gold-plated |
| Nickel-plated pistol that’s located |
| Sedated, straitjacket, I traffic narcotics |
| I’m cosmic, cookie-cutter pussy up or cut her I’m robotic |
| Magical when I’m pouring all these potions in the pot |
| Fucked up from all those years pops smoked pot, coke, and microdots |
| My sniper on the roof don’t blink from rifle shots |
| Ninja Gaiden moves when I scale up walls |
| Throw Chinese stars when I rhyme these bars |
| Spit-shine these scars, AP stand large |
| Leave your head covered red like Van Halen guitars |
| I’m 80's, kinda like Charles In Charge |
| New Edition and DeBarge and DeLorean cars |
| We harvest human bodies like alien farms |
| I’ll leave cuts on guts but not caesarian scars |
| I stay cap-peeling 'em, rap villain with a cape and cane |
| Passenger 57 bringing snakes on a plane |
| Sit you in the motherfucking exit row seat, blow the door off |
| Watch you soar, off the Testarossa speed |
| The metronome to my beat’s erratic like jungle music |
| I put a hole in your dome, don’t need a gun to do it |
| Yeah I’m fucking stupid |
| The Army of the Gods is certified, I cosign everyone I’m in a group with |
| I get it popping in here, yes Redenbacher is here |
| Robocop, Clarence Boddicker’s here |
| Seems like everybody’s scared whenever flying iron disperse |
| Pints will squirt, now your polo rugby is a Hawaiian shirt |
| And I insert sharp knives to your chestplate |
| You will shit without Kaopectate |
| We don’t spectate opening acts cause they probably suck |
| We slice through your crew, show you how to make a posse cut |