Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Spaz Out, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Date of issue: 29.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Spaz Out |
| We the poisonous Boyz N The Hood |
| Poised to deploy and destroy alien barbarians ragin' on 'roids |
| We the '89 Raiders, Bo Jackson in your radius |
| The eighth wonder space hunter, Godless and atheist |
| Decepticon cannibals eating metal and chemicals |
| A robotic vampire fangs sinking into wires |
| Rowdy in the Audi, smoke pouring from the tires |
| To burn my kingdom you must use nuclear weapons |
| White kids started studying lessons |
| But we devils in the mental can’t see our reflections |
| Cut my way out the womb, homemade c-section |
| (Man you fucked up) |
| What would give you that impression? |
| I’m known for rushing in, tuck your chin |
| Knuckles friend, suck it in, cut your kin |
| Puncture skin, stuck up in the muck again |
| I’m bucking till they duck up in their motherfucking truck again |
| Then I’m runnin' up on them every witness that wasn’t them (brrraat) |
| I’ll fuck up your teeth like cheap fronts |
| Vegan caterers, niggas never handled beef once |
| (Nope) tofu to soul food, the vocal choke you |
| Now you can’t feel me, you’re not supposed to |
| I’m close to the edge of the mezzanine mentally |
| Steadily ready to stab like the riff from the melody |
| Telling me different I’m felony riffing |
| Melons be dripping, Something Wild, Melanie Griffith |
| Stiffing your body from lifting the shottie, vision of Gotti |
| Living as property, visual sodomy |
| Prison lobotomy, the wrong people in your head now |
| Jail dudes stand up, the king like a head count |
| I’m an animal activist, dog I’m far from a hunter |
| So Sarah Palin be the only cougar I put a gun to |
| What type of spell am I under? |
| You wanna beef? |
| Take a number |
| I wonder why these younger rappers won’t acknowledge their blunders |
| I got unquenchable hunger, my stomach rumbles like thunder |
| A real Jedi kid, you a toy Yoda like Tundra |
| You a scene out the movie 8 Mile, studio puncher |
| Runt of the litter, spit a quitter bullshitter |
| I’m the definition of driven, the prisoners have arisen |
| With visions of demolition and fission through ammunition |
| I’m wishing cannibalism was a family tradition |
| I eradicate your groups over Gladiator loops, listen |
| You think you can beat me with ether? |
| When I’m cooking somethin' fresh and y’all reheatin' pizza |
| The Intratec make you move like doo-wop dancers |
| I’m slicker, bust the blicker, then I moonwalk backwards |
| You gonna see clouds but no it ain’t the DreamWorks intro |
| Fire and brimstone in each verse tenfold |
| You thought I was ill? |
| I’m ten googolplexes times that |
| My raps are phone calls from Hell so star-69 that |
| You an actual queer, we put a rapper in a bungee sling |
| Dunny, we catapulting careers |
| The world’s most dangerous MC and I’m him |
| C-dot Title, I’m liable to be a problem |
| Your album sells like clothes at a nudist club |
| It’s the dude you love that had that line about the Krueger glove |
| Yeah, so feel the hurricane force when I murder |
| My main course is Main Source, Barbeque flame sauce |