Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Witness, artist - CES Cru. Album song Constant Energy Struggles, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.03.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Witness |
Nobody really gives a shit if I’m in this |
The proof is in the pudding, fuck it God is my witness |
With that said, you ain’t gotta get with this |
Go ahead play your part, sit and swallow a dick bitch |
These silly suckers rappin' need to be lip-less |
The sinners steady cryin' in the bottomless pit with |
The D double E V I L, fo' sho' |
Spark a flame to the place, and we out. |
Latch the do' |
I’m so ill, roadkill on the asphalt |
I blast off, skitzin' off a package of bath salt |
My nap caught fire, yeah I’m rappin' my ass off |
I’m Bruce Wayne, only when I shit wit' the mask off |
The gas cost pennies, there’s plenty to go around |
Get revenge with the pen, my PNC blow a pound |
Buck em down Rogers, my demons do need handlers |
They look the part but they’re much sicker like Pee Lander |
Broads scamper when I enter the room |
Enter the sandman, the Devil was too in tune |
So I changed frequencies and the diggity’s get nothin' |
Super-size me, when I eat emcees I’mma glutton |
Push buttons like a secretary with clutch pins |
All the hatred you feel is necessary is nothin' |
Fuck friends, I ain’t compatible with a lot of ya’ll |
Me, myself and I, don’t sweat it. |
No, never, not at all |
What does it take to make everyone buy the jam? |
Do I do another bump and then tell you how high I am? |
I don’t need the priestal service to tell me that I be damned |
I could buck em all down and reload with the slight of hand |
Right I can. |
Not coach ya’ll outta the minor leagues |
Everybody’s burnin' up tryin' to huddle in my degrees |
I’mma need, three feet and a couple of fresh vixens |
Two shots of jager, some silence and less bitchin' |
Mo' henchmen, the army’s morale is high |
Band of brothers trained to shoot on whatever’s caught in the eye |
I rely on spewin' the gimmick isn’t the fit |
All they wanna hear is bars about bitches and movin' bricks |
This is it. |
Moon walkin' on maggots |
You’ll never be fly |
Smoke em if you got em, shit even if it’s a re-fry |
Be my, guest then I guess I gotta get gully |
Lookin' down from here the scenery’s bout to get pretty ugly |