Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hens, artist - Buck 65. Album song Synesthesia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.10.2002
Record label: Buck 65
Song language: English
Hens |
| After the show, every rapper I know |
| Is like «can I get a ho?» |
| And it’s so gross |
| They wanna do wood work, hammering, screwin' like a carpenter |
| They sharpen their pencil with any kind of sharpener |
| Don’t matter fat or skinny, serve it on a silver platter |
| Skip the formalities and get on to iller matters |
| Squizzles and swirls of miserable whirlwinds |
| Invisible individuals that usually have girlfriends |
| Back home, oblivious when they’re in the hotel bonin' |
| Gropin', slobberin', hopin' for a blowjob of som sort |
| It’s sport’s wear, short hair and certain secrtions |
| Slippery secrets, red meats and bed sheets |
| Bendin' over strokin' parts |
| Sleepless nights and broken hearts |
| And records from the best CDs |
| Wilted flowers, STDs |
| The nameless women involved are shameless |
| Spreadin' their legs for anyone famous |
| The flimsiest floozies flauntin' their inventory |
| It’s all so sordid and I don’t feel sorry for them |
| Even though it’s sad, it’s throwaway romance |
| Disposable souls with no chance for salvation |
| Instead salivation, heavy breathing every evening |
| It’s always the same guessing game |
| In the dressing room, what a waste |
| Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude |
| But I’m not no prostitute either, dude |