Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jimmy Stewart, artist - CES Cru. Album song Codename: Ego Stripper, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.08.2014
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Jimmy Stewart |
| The blade ain’t tucked away until everybody is leaking |
| I’ve had it up to heaven with father fuckers critiquing |
| My suggestion is you stuff a cock in it, the Deevil’s speaking |
| Right up under the knife, I’m a villain still in the cut |
| Feeding on hate, I patiently wait and swill up a cup |
| Wavy, wondering what in the fuck is the motive for it |
| The Deevil said I should kill him, then Godemis said ignore it |
| Emo with it, I’m morbid, my ism is out of orbit |
| They bite off what they can chew from you, funny how you ain’t Norbit |
| Arsenal is assorted with plenty curses and disses |
| Plus we don’t discriminate, murking any mister or missus |
| Appetite for destruction, cause if the recipe misses |
| We feeding on every scrap and don’t bother to bus the dishes |
| This is what some wishes are made of and it’s kind of silly |
| They going hammer, can’t touch me, but God, I pray they can feel me |
| It’s all fly in the friendly skies |
| I’m ready for whatever’s headed my way |
| Ends change friends change every five days |
| Identify snake venom enter my space |
| You’re givin em five minutes why wait? |
| Holdin your moment that’s gone |
| Develop your density need some back bone |
| Bae boy he wishin that he was back home |
| Charlie can’t go back, when this shit go black |
| I’m bringin disco back |
| Back from skid row, out of agony central |
| You’re grabbing at my microphone I’m snappin your wrist bone |
| Anatomy split throw em like Vladamir Klitchko |
| You’re pissed that I’m rappin fast, well I’m happy to spit slow |
| Cuz everything goes fast, I watch as it go past |
| I’m tossin these bread crumbs, You’re lost with a road map |
| Perusin our catalog, and shoppin for vocab |
| They copy the flow, I give the gift of forgiveness |
| I thought you should know that, but business is business |
| Want to know how we did it? |
| Better get to jottin on notepads |
| And read you a book buddy, sharpen your brain but now |
| It’s smarter to play dumb, what part of the game? |
| Acquire target and aim (bluhh) It ain’t hard to be famous |
| I market my anguish but now it’s startin to change us |
| So pardon my language, but fuck how you feel |
| You bitch ass motherfucker you’s a sucker for real |
| It ain’t nothing to get you… high |
| You’re talking that fly shit, get ready for lift off |
| The rules don’t apply bitch, I’m ripping your lips off |
| Pussy in a dog fight, irony at it’s best |
| It’s good you a dumb fuck, see this is a crabs test |
| Y’all average at best, you got to start someplace |
| Tell me how the fuck the blood from under your tongue taste |
| Pursue and let one chase, lock and I scare fakes |
| Then bust a 180, that’s on behalf of my air brakes |
| Radio for your squad, we’re taking over the skies |
| Clear out the way and land now or say your sober goodbyes |
| Cross your heart and hope to die, make a wish to the rap lord |
| It’s a wonderful life, maybe you get what you ask for, that’s yours |
| Way they be hittin the fast forward, my slow flow |
| Bang thoughts hittin the dashboard, a trick of the light |
| Pick your dog fight Mr. McFly, call em a chicken |
| And they’re quick to reply, the hands quicker than the… eye |