Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rap Terminators , by - Esoteric. Song from the album War Syndrome, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRap Terminators |
| One two uh, yeah yo yo |
| People Here I am and here I am people |
| When I’m on this mic I say what has to be said |
| I’m lethal, rap terminator, terminal |
| You don’t even piss at a urinal |
| You don’t even piss standing vertical |
| Talking that man up clam up |
| You could point a nine at the crowd and never get the fans hands up |
| So what you talkin bout? |
| Packin' a cannon common man |
| You must carry bags for |
| As sick as i am I wouldn’t wish the worst on my most pirating fan |
| I get biz like Milk Dee and Giz |
| Put in work like |
| Hide your motherfucking kids |
| You nerds soft |
| I know you sit at home and jerk off |
| To Rick Ross with his shirt off |
| That’s disgusting |
| First off, |
| You don’t wanna flow with this |
| You got a Steve Perry heart with that foolish shit |
| Your rhymes are old and dusty |
| You wanna pointblank homeboy you’re rusty |
| You wanna rap? |
| Your rhymes are old and dusty |
| You wanna pointblank homeboy you’re rusty |
| You wanna rap? |
| Your rhymes are old and dusty |
| You wanna pointblank homeboy you’re rusty |
| You wanna rap? |
| It’s just I’m a rap gator |
| You wanna rap against me I’m a rap terminator |
| Terminator terminator teminator |
| It was Effect temptin' kid with an illest flow |
| Drinks from record first solo |
| Kill rapper just so see the news at one |
| See the family search, for they wack ass son |
| Shit’s done B on or off the beat |
| How would it look if I was acted like you were fuckin with me? |
| Cause honestly that shit don’t shit well with me |
| So eat shit like the centerpiece human centipide |
| Ask youself «What's beef?» |
| And you soon shall see |
| If you motherfuckers don’t spell Effect with an E |
| Fuckin' A what’s the deal with these kids these days? |
| So quick to grab a mic and get smashed in the face |
| Leave you toothless |
| And show yous Eazy-E was ruthless |
| You’re like a GPS in Boston |
| Fucking useless |
| Biatches got thirty seconds |
| Twenty dollar sack pyramid |
| And this motherfucker starts guessin' |
| I’m the next rap legend to be |
| And when I make it up to heaven I’ll be chargin 2Pac for sixteens |
| I make music for moshpit participants |
| Compared to a-body from Chino XL to Eminem |
| Uh |
| I a synonym for pure vagrance |
| Paganism and Hatred |
| Tax you gayfers with high interest rate payments |
| Yeah |
| Rotten flesh the new demigodz fragrance |
| Cologne all powerful I came from a shark’s womb! |
| The rawest killer to blaze these mic’s kid |
| Leave you with a Forest Whitaker lazy eyelid |
| And I did swear at a bitch |
| Abuse you and inherit the shit |
| And is foul like asparagus piss |
| I should let you suffer |
| When i confront you, you reply with a Max Headroom stutter |
| Want guns pointed at your whole crew? |
| Then smack DVD’s on every TV in the best-buy show room |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Esoteric
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Celph Titled