Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dettol, artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Paraffin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Dettol |
| Hero ain’t nothing but a chopped cheese |
| 92' Accord trunk, exotic tree |
| Branches grow through the bag, baggy jeans |
| Walk away a 34 in seam |
| Bring me a dream |
| Squeeze from the hip |
| Wean from the tit |
| Schemes through the rich |
| Skipping your name, nothing seem to stick |
| Fiending for a lick |
| Nothing made you, just a blip, ain’t it a bitch |
| Just think, what if you could just- |
| Lay it on dust |
| Did it for the rush |
| Hush tone on landline |
| White noise Babylon vampire |
| He a god damn liar |
| Arrows and AR’s, born of chaos, hey y’all |
| I can’t scrub the stain off |
| This a liberation seance, stay on |
| Four-headed beast with eight arm- |
| Lekker lekker |
| Invoke a name in desperate measures, they who control the weather |
| Whatever, whatever |
| AV Navy leather |
| Naked from the neck up |
| Stash the Black and Decker |
| Belook the Mecca |
| Hex-throwers anonymous |
| Disaster capital economic shit |
| The words charged inside an amulet |
| Doubting Thomas' |
| No such thing as common sense |
| Somber kiss, promises |
| It’s too late for dialogue man, talk to who? |
| She ain’t raised no fool |
| I rode through Idaho like duel |
| This game they don’t explain the rules |
| Packed house, pew to vestibule |
| Blue vegetables |
| Earthy, vegetal notes barely legible |
| But no less true |
| Like we won’t always be cool |
| This America, somebody gots to lose |
| «Not I,» said the cat, off went the gat |
| Let the lawyer litigate while he sit back |
| The perpetrator was a different shade of black |
| Beat the case, said let him eat cake in his raps |
| Service weapon in my face, all I could see was his lips chapped |
| Wouldn’t recognize him if I saw him today |
| Chokehold slowly closed the airway |
| «The sunken place, I can’t stay! |
| You built it on Indian graves!», the lead character exclaims |
| Christmas Eve, again with the rattling chains |
| Marley’s ghost, must’ve been something I smoked |
| Streets should choke, courthouse overflowed |
| This shit broke |
| Could tell he was waiting for us to go, to break out the coke |
| She said she’s still having fun, she’ll see me at home |