Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue Ribbon, artist - Copywrite. Album song God Save the King, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.02.2012
Record label: Man Bites Dog
Song language: English
Blue Ribbon |
| Without me getting to sentimental, I want to say |
| Drink my warm piss on ninety degrees summer day |
| You run away without a modeling agency |
| God has been praising me |
| Lately on my songs been amazing me |
| As Islamic as Asia be |
| But as Christian as Kanye |
| Quote scriptures from psalms page |
| And hit a bitch in the broad day |
| Underground hereditary, you see me and mom and pops |
| We don’t clear samples, no duty free vodka shots |
| Bruce B, Scott Le Rock mixed with Bruce Lee, Kookie |
| Charles Manson, all his grandsons bully D pops and Pac |
| Weed session, so they both cashed out like a recession |
| Please bless them, before the seven deadly sins and greed gets them |
| Probably a little too late, honestly |
| Copy is a two tape prodigy, you fakes honor me |
| You take just you wait, watch and see |
| If you hate modesty, you will love me |
| You bootleg chopping knees |
| Pick up your bird, we swerve in a rental cruse |
| I serve her the genital, she bite like its where their originals |
| I might murder her in the news |
| You heard of her in the news |
| They didn’t catch the killer |
| I went back to get her purse |
| And filled her hearse with cats and litter |
| Killer verse, is lacking filler |
| Rap until a lung collapse |
| I swing him off his fucking axe |
| Lets kill it back until it crashes into Saturn |
| My patterns are madder than mothers against drunks |
| Shattering rims, dunk |
| Can battle him after we gets up |
| Oh pardon me, I’m having an out of body experience |
| My body’s out of my body, out in the lobby hearing this |
| Smoked a dozen times, while you wrote the dime a dozen rhymes |
| While you headlined and wondered how I poked, a dozen die |
| King of my city’s Kong |
| While some dummy getting on |
| Which is as unbelievable as a brand new biggie song |
| I’m no hoochie, that’s plain to see |
| I’m about as far as G as A-Z |
| Please for you, watch your P’s and Q’s |
| Before I cross your T’s, Drop your I’s and leave you bruised |
| «He the sharpest motherfucker, and he always on point |
| Razor sharp, with the rhymes, whatever.» |
| Specialize in petty theft, sneak into your treasure chest |
| Take every cent, but leave a penny left, thieve your NES |
| You went to drama speak, puffed two tons of chron a week |
| Sonic heat on the beat, clocking two hundred dollar sneaks |
| Who wants to beef? |
| I’m packing two kinds of heat |
| I’m mac-ing two kinds freaks |
| Bring a napkin to wipe her cheeks |
| Forty inch cable chain |
| Hanging swang like orangutang |
| Save you some fatal pain |
| Never gaze you will sprain your brain |
| And move behind me |
| Doing ninety with brew inside me |
| Do a high speed chase |
| If the troopers find me, who’s beside me? |
| Code name C.I.B., loosing you cats |
| If I’m moving too fast |
| Please stop me, mock three when I chief broccoli |
| I’m sparking a dark hash |
| Nervous with the warrant |
| Watching Cops, hoping its not my apartment they knock at |
| You started, ill stop that |
| With a new Glock, I copped that |
| Target the pop at |
| Any cats that wanted they spot back |
| «Heavy airplay all day, with no chorus» x4 |