Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dgz X Nygz, artist - Demigodz. Album song Killmatic, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.03.2013
Record label: Demigodz Enterprises
Song language: English
Dgz X Nygz |
| Motherfucker I make power moves, with the power of Zeus |
| A pack of rabid gorillas that just broke out of the zoo |
| But not the zoobalie brutally, beat 'em, eat 'em, they food to me |
| Suckers foolishly fool with me, better stop the buffoonery |
| I’m a lunatic, literally with looney bin lunacy |
| Howlin' at a lunar eclipse, I’m losin' my shit |
| Catch me on the moon with your bitch |
| Refuelin' my ships, resuming my trip |
| To Jupiter where humans are rumored to be like mutants |
| I’m usin' a fireball that I’m shootin' outta my palms |
| Like bombs, I’m napalm in this song |
| I play beer pong with cups filled up with Energon |
| There’s a reason why me and Megatron don’t get along |
| I’m the evilest, rottenest, rippin' out your esophagus |
| Put slugs in your mugs, see more blood than phlebotomists |
| I’m a bottomless pit, Ap’s the obvious pick |
| When askin' who would impale you upon an obelisk tip |
| Crash your grill like the plane on the cover of License To Ill |
| Bitin' what I’m writin' just to heighten your skill |
| But stealin' out my rap book won’t get you a deal |
| Black renaissance, scribe ill scripture with quills |
| My sword is a pen that’s protectin' my art |
| Florescent colored Mozart, right from the heart |
| I enlighten with the scrolls, Malachi York, act like you know |
| I sent soldiers up in your fort |
| We ain’t the same nigga, you ain’t cut from my cloth |
| I rep Demigodz |
| On top of water we walk, that’s real talk |
| That’s for Bost and CT and New York |
| Eat my ziti with tomato sauce, I don’t do pork |
| Stab Satan with the pitchfork, you switch when you walk |
| Transves |
| Faggot niggas can’t be the best |
| Black rhinos, stampede straight through your vest |
| The ghetto Bobby Fischer, like Fresh with chess |
| These faggots saw the Panchi chronicles and then I heard they hate it |
| But I can’t be violated or even decepticated |
| I got gunners out in Brownsville, shooters from the east |
| Killers out of Fort Greene, slicker than grease |
| Broads from Bushwick, that’ll give a buck fifty |
| To any bum dusty nigga who try to talk shifty |
| It’s best to befriend us, don’t try to offend us |
| I done fronted on niggas that’s bigger than the bar tenders |
| Make me dip until my pants pull up |
| This .45 and push your fat ass into a curly fry |
| You don’t wanna play my blast on your wack broadcast? |
| Then you and your whole staff can kiss my black ass |
| Niggas take what I say back home, give it a listen |
| Then revert to G religion like a Muslim or a Christian |
| Or a Baptist or a Jew dude |
| (Panch they love what you do) |
| Yeah, I got 'em hypnotized like I’m doin' voodoo |
| If I’m in the trench I’m mannin' the machine gun (man) |
| You are Carl Jr. managing beef on buns (bitch) |
| The whip creep with the 007 mods |
| Press on the gear shift, missile at your entourage |
| If I got time for a meeting, it’s only cause I wanted to glare at my watch |
| And find out I made a little mo' gwap (yup) |
| The warning’s on the wrapper like a cigarillo package |
| The best blow to my ego’s like you threw a pillow at it |
| I’m off the chain but got it on lock when I write shit |
| I’m on some Crocodile Dundee, «this is a knife» shit |
| (Ain't my material dope?) |
| So dirty it need antibacterial soap, I know you feelin' it though |
| DGZ, NYGZ, we spit rampant |
| Uncover your scams and |
| You’ll get a visit from Chris Hansen |
| C dot Titled shoot chrome nozzles |
| That send rappers downhill in wheelchairs and make 'em perfect role/roll models |