Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barbarian, artist - Cassidy. Album song Da BARbarian, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.10.2016
Record label: Twenty Two Music Group North America
Song language: English
Barbarian |
I’m what you call a veteran |
Y’all should call it off cuz all of y’all i’m better than |
My flow dope, all my bars is heroin |
And my tongue crack, the buls a barbarian |
I’m undefeated, i’m getting better with every win |
A loser just something i’ve never been |
I’ve got a cemetery to get y’all buried in |
Tombstone rap, the buls a barbarian |
Is you strapped cuz i carry two gats, they brother and sister |
I call the sister Missy, I call her brother Mister |
Got another sister, I call her Ms. Niny |
Cuz brother Smith and Wesson spitting |
They kind of nice but Mister meaner |
I fuck with Missy cuz Mister meaner better than her sister nina |
Last time niggas seen her, she got trained by a gang full of shooters with bar |
hands and a bitches |
But they ain’t silence her, all they did was pop her |
Wipe her off then threw her in the back of the challenger |
They cousin Tech said «Let's go dance» |
He heard drums and started jamming, Techno dance |
Man i’m the only human in my house, but missy and mister |
Is having a family reunion in my house |
I’m about to go ham in this verse |
But I had to talk about that family first cuz family first |
I can get your whole family murked, or call my Haitian bitch |
That do voodoo and get your whole family cursed |
I’m crazy with this shit, that crazy shit that I spit |
Proves you can’t get this sick without losing your sanity first |
I don’t need the chance to rehearse, cuz no flow tighter |
And no ghostwriter never hand me a verse |
I got this shit that work for me, I pay with xanies and percs |
Fill a pocketbook with coke and put the can in her purse |
Before the binge you might got to buy the camry first |
Baby I been the shiz since I was pampered at birth |
Dog I’m a boss cuz I put my hammer to work |
To stop the blood a baby pamper will work |
I’m on a strip with a baby bottle, diaper bag full of crazy pit |
And the baby doll wrapped in a blanket I babysit |
You a real tough talker but softer than baby shit |
If i’m not your favorite rapper, you must be on Shady dick |
Or maybe Kiss but big jif you got eyes |
You can see i’m top 5 |
So fuck them niggas that made the list |
Why you bitches getting paid to strip |
I was in China eating chinese food with these twin Asian chicks |
They gave me pics, caption «Black cocks matter» |
Cuz after I gave 'em dick they think they ass got fatter |
That was crack (that's a hot rap) |
That’s a fact, matter fact, nowadays the facts do not matter |
We all got bladders, but I get pissed off quick |
I cop up getting boxed up |
The grower on my call list, I get that shit Fed-Ex |
You like a fed-ex, you was fucking with the FBI |
Snitch, lift they right hand and testify |
They extra they say time got 'em petrified |
They scared, I don’t fear nothing except for God |
So if i come around tuck your chain, make your necklace hide |
I wouldn’t care if you left us bye |
Or a bullet hole make you take your last breath |
Hold your breath and die |
Breath ease these bars will have you punch drunk |
Play this record and drive, get pulled over and breathalyze |
Yo my whole team I personally train |
And I be giving work out everyday |
You trying to exercise? |
Cuz when you get your health up, you get your wealth up |
Before you can help somebody else, help yourself up |
Parents stopped beating they kids, they put the belts up |
We used to get beat until we welped up |
And it helped us |
On any night I perform like Mike |
I got that Tyson, Jordan, Jackson and Phelps touch |
Yup, them niggas died they should of been in |
You beefing with any of them guys is genocide |
I put my faith into God, cuz he bless me with a gift |
And what was in the prize was an enterprise |
I got a Jesus piece from my jeweler, then sent it to Medusa |
And told that bitch «Look that man in his eyes» |
Nah my rocks not costume but they bright |
Like a bunch of stars that’s in the sky was in disquise |
Hotel drop I hopped on the women’s side |
Hustla was a hit cuz the husters identified |
2 Step had 'em drink a Patron, put the Henn aside |
My pen provide me proof I was sent from God |
I ain’t mad at the fact that you gay and you into guys |
I’m mad that somebody writing 'em raps that you memorize |
I’ve been deprived, I see an island ima buy soon |
Cuz I had 'em tuned in before iTunes |
Off my shrooms, you can plan a trip to Mars |
I’m high off the moon, I’m really dancing with the stars |
I’m from another planet with the bars |
After this verse I might have to get researched by NASA |
These rappers an example of what goofy is |
Nowadays these rappers more groupied out than the groupies is |
Cuz first all he had was his man with him |
And then he drop a hot song and every rapper want a gram with him |
Nigga I couldn’t picture that, with a filter on |
He the cash cow, they trying to squeeze til the milk is gone |
Money I like to keep y’all niggas might be sleep |
Well say goodnight to this beat, cuz I just killed this song |
I’m what you call a veteran |
Y’all should call it off cuz all of y’all i’m better than |
My flow dope, all my bars is heroin |
And my tongue crack, the buls a barbarian |
I’m undefeated, i’m getting better with every win |
A loser just something i’ve never been |
I’ve got a cemetery to get y’all buried in |
Tombstone rap, the buls a barbarian |