Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bane , by - D12. Release date: 23.11.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bane |
| Uh, I feel no pain |
| Uh, I’ve got my mask on |
| Uh, I’m numb to the world |
| The devil out to get me, moving pretty fast |
| Head on collision, I’m tryna avoid the crash — (Pain) |
| I’m running from my past — (Bane) |
| That’s why I wear the mask |
| These blood sucking leeches, all they want is the cash |
| You don’t get the picture, it could be gone in a flash — (Pain) |
| I’m running from my past — (Bane) |
| That’s why I wear the mask |
| Hope you bought a package of Kleenex (yeah) |
| Package the rejects (yeah) |
| Actually it’s a fact that we shack in the p-jects |
| Naturally a rat pack will attack cheese (huh) |
| That’s why I’m in yellow and green |
| May I tap, trap all these (uh) |
| No I don’t trust these hoes, nigga (uh) |
| Say they love you for you then turn into gold digger (Bane) |
| What the fuck you ask me for a dollar for? |
| Shooting the gym? |
| I ain’t ballin' ho |
| What I look like, any baller you know? |
| (Bane) |
| Yup, shots fired, callin' it kettle |
| Black shit turned the pot higher |
| Eyes tired |
| Keep trying to sell me a smile, but I’m a hard buyer |
| Keep shit movin' like a car tire |
| What you want a necklace |
| I’ll make you a chain out some barbed wire |
| I got his Earth on my shoulders, real life for rappin' |
| If you threw the planet at me I’d headbutt it and crack it |
| On another tax bracket and I been cleanin' my house |
| But my old habits are in the attic, I’ll pull 'em out |
| And keep reminding y’all you ain’t got it all |
| Devil keep pulling me by the drawers |
| Not at all amazed at these haters |
| You’ve seen my catalog |
| Speaking and we keep flying over 'em like a cannonball |
| Think I’m this comical, swag follower |
| Just rhyming over beats |
| While these leakers suckin' all of us off (hell no) |
| Still got your mama covered in vomit in my cellphone |
| Y’all really got me fucked up |
| What you mixin' up in that cup? |
| What the hell you sprinkle in that blunt? |
| .44, make him sober up |
| I got an addiction to all these prescriptions |
| Need an intervention, someone to listen |
| Catholic or Christian, fuck your suspicions |
| (Bitch! Gimme my molly and stop bitchin'!) |
| Turn it up (turn it down) |
| I be blowing on half a pound |
| Pass it around and pass it around |
| Merry go-round, merry go-round |
| She say she love me, but this bitch is ugly |
| (Shit, you ain’t even know it) |
| I’mma still let her fuck me |
| They say the devil is a liar |
| Nigga don’t worry 'bout that loud mouth |
| Bumping his gums and babbling |
| Watch for them quiet niggas |
| On the real, you should come ride with us |
| Crew full of riders; |
| Optimus |
| My back, seems like you got your facts all crossed up, no Swastikas |
| Fadin' in and out of my consciousness |
| Tryna fight this feeling I’m conjurin' |
| That’s why I wear a hat so low with a mask |
| Really feelin' like the Lochness |
| No bullshit, these bitches are more grimy |
| Doing a nigga real slimey |
| Had my little homie stretched out, death untimely |
| Need I remind me? |
| Hold up |
| Yo, don’t get doped up |
| Heard rumors that niggas wanna clap at me |
| Well actually, I was just over there |
| Niggas ain’t really do jack to me |
| That’s why I keep this mask on, straight face |
| Only thing that’s missing is my get my Runyon Ave soldiers |