Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Looking Like Meat , by - clipping.. Release date: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Looking Like Meat |
| Hands up if you hungry |
| Hands up if you want some |
| Hands up if you ready for more |
| 'Cause you ain’t really got none |
| Say, «Come here |
| Yeah, you |
| You look like you think you hard |
| Where you from? |
| Get the fuck out |
| Hey you, step off |
| 'Fore somebody pull your card |
| Where you from? |
| Where you from? |
| Get the fuck out» |
| Lunch time, come and get it |
| Too long standing in the lunch line |
| Hungry with it, oh, you got a punchline? |
| Just a minute, gotta get the napkin one time |
| Thread too expensive for the juice, see th drip? |
| Crypt keeper Crip walking where th feet are lit |
| Blood drinker Blood talking when you see the blick |
| Brazy on the brain, crack the skull, go on, eat the shit |
| Stem on, step off, somebody smell like fear |
| Somebody got no clue why he is here |
| That might be you, you might want to be clear |
| It’s cool, it’s cool, you’re so endearing |
| Looking like a snack, no cap, no flattery |
| But you like to beat it up and come no battery |
| So free range meat, guess it’ll have to be |
| Roast on a spit, pole through the oral cavity |
| Got you open kid, don’t front |
| Once in a black moon, don’t pack a gun |
| But a fork for the flesh and a spoon for the fluid |
| And the sharpest knife in the drawer to slice right through it |
| Like meat fresh like dice in the mirror |
| Like Tyson, just bite right through the ear |
| Like Christ, you don’t still get a mic, no one cares about your bars |
| Your screams are the thing they wanna hear |
| No way, better make one |
| Nothing comes easy |
| Can’t be scared to say something |
| You speak, make them believe it |
| Hands up if you hungry |
| Hands up if you need something |
| Hands up if your hand shakes |
| It’s time for you to eat something |
| Say, «Come here |
| Yeah, you |
| You look like you think you hard |
| Where you from? |
| Get the fuck out |
| Hey you, step off |
| 'Fore somebody cut your arm |
| Where you from? |
| Fix your face |
| Get the fuck out» |
| Big one, you don’t wanna smoke a pack of razor blades for fun |
| Underneath your tongue, I do magic tricks |
| God save him, I’m a specialist, 'cause I’m a wizard with the shit |
| Pearl Harbor with the clips |
| I’m a pit bull, hands off it with the gunpowder |
| I don’t trust y’all playing in the background, shifty |
| Lowdown, gritty and grimy |
| Little sag on the pants and some gold teeth |
| Never trust that shirt, I’m a known freak |
| Some these emcees, yeah, you looking like dead meat |
| Man, these pussy-ass niggas |
| I’m in the rain with this shotty up |
| I’ll strip you to your pussy meat and make you give my money up |
| Don’t tell me who’s telling |
| Don’t give a fuck what you selling |
| I’m butt naked, don’t follow |
| Easy captain, G’s no talent |
| Them niggas reckless, them niggas extra |
| Nigga, I’ll fuck your bitch with a headdress |
| Camera in your headrest |
| She only listen to Sheck Wes, um |
| No way, better make one |
| Fiending for some bleeding |
| Not waiting for no one |
| Busy over here eating |
| Hands down, they ain’t hungry |
| Hands down, they don’t need shit |
| Don’t start shit, it won’t be shit |
| 'Less you really 'bout that beef |
| If that’s the case |
| Come here |
| Yeah, you |
| You look good enough to eat |
| Where that face? |
| Wear that face out |
| Hey you, step up |
| 'Cause you looking like meat |
| Fix your face |
| Gonna take that face off |
| Wear that face out |