Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Stickup, artist - Chris Webby. Album song Wednesday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EightyHD
Song language: English
The Stickup |
| I was born wit a marvelous mind but no heart inside |
| So start and die, I’m the hardest alive |
| Get picked apart, ripped out your karl kanis |
| I dot my Ts, cross my I’s |
| Skills like this boy? |
| Shit boy that’s hard to find |
| Send ya carcass flyin |
| Fuck a 9−5, I’m a cunt hair under 5 foot 9 |
| Bouta blow up when the stars align |
| Dec 21st sure? |
| I’m tellin you words hurt |
| My worst work will leave you in the dirt, twerp, ya heard it first |
| Word to fucking Big Bird, tell Ernie 'n Bert I’ll murder a verse |
| And bury you next to it, don’t take it personal, jerk |
| My flows like a word search, but… still ain’t spellin money |
| That’s why I call my two fist hand guns, get it dummy? |
| This is a stick up, what I said it funny? |
| Empty your pockets or become a hostage I’ll kill everybody |
| I guess im nutty, yeah buddy |
| I’m 2012's Ted Bundy |
| The names Lector |
| But you can call me Danimal, yes sir |
| Y’all shoulda known better than to fuck with Fade and Danimal |
| Cause we some animals that’ll eat you like a cannibal |
| Fuck these whack rappers, we cut they face off |
| And then we dispose of their bodies with a chainsaw |
| It’s Fade and D. Lec |
| Mothafuckas know that we next |
| Better show some respect |
| Or we’ll be liftin' you by your v neck (bitch) |
| And I ain’t even gotta say this (what?) |
| We the fuckin' greatest |
| That’s why your girl got us under get her wet on her iTunes playlist |
| Remain nameless, dawg |
| You can gon' and meet the stainless |
| I’ll take your composition book, turn it sideways and shove it up your anus |
| I’m locked up in a cage, and I’m wearin shades like Johnny Cage |
| You wanna step to me? |
| Cool, I’m Diablo and this is primal rage |
| You’re gonna need some cheat codes |
| Killin' y’all is easy like free throws |
| I take these cheesy rappers and eat em' like Doritos |
| Lookin' through the peep hole |
| And I see D. takin bites out of another victim |
| Better hide your wifes, better hide your children |
| Rapper killers mane, name somebody that was born iller |
| And you don’t have to call me Mickey but im a Natural Born Killer |
| Kidnappin' these rappers just to torture em, fuck a ransom |
| And then I’ll have my cronies murder them bitches, Charles Manson |
| Y’all shoulda known better than to fuck with Fade and Danimal |
| Cause we some animals that’ll eat you like a cannibal |
| Fuck these whack rappers, we cut they face off |
| And then we dispose of their bodies with a chainsaw |
| I ain’t finished, mothafucka, what you thought this was over? |
| Talkin' shit to a cracker like you musta' thought I was sober |
| I’m wreckless |
| I’ll break your face off right after I chug a king cobra |
| Down, forward, punch |
| Then it’s over |
| This the stick up motherfucker |
| What you thought it was? |
| Weed, mushrooms, promethazine, you better run all them drugs |
| Serial killer dawg and I ain’t talkin' about no lucky charms |
| I’ll grab your hand, rip it by your shoulders and then I’ll beat you with your |
| arms |
| Right to bear arms so I’m always wearing a wife beater |
| Mane y’all fighting us ain’t fair, but shit nethers life either |
| Early morning stoned pimp I wake up and I’m eatin' grits |
| Type of motherfucker that’ll have Miley Cryus flippin' bricks |
| And Megan Fox out on the corner turnin tricks with Talyor Swift |
| 50 bones if you want to hit and 25 if you want her to suck your dick |
| Mane this Pimpin ain’t easy but yo, this rappin' is |
| So take my advice when I tell you this, put the mic down and quit rappin' bitch |