Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Exploding Shottie, artist - Devilman.
Date of issue: 09.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Exploding Shottie |
I’m like an exploding shottie, make up bare noise like Pavarotti |
I’m old-school like beam me up Scotty |
My bars are intimidating |
I make an MC piss in his potty |
I’m like a blu-ray DVD, you’re like a pirate copy |
I’m not taking any violations |
People want to make money of my creations |
My bars are paranormal, levitation, warfare, biological, radiation |
Pit bull, I’m an animal, ostation |
Eat flesh like I’m Hannibal, I’ll wait then |
I spray you with certain flammable |
I make your face look incompatible (yeah) |
I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy |
(Wunsen) |
I’m like an exploding shottie |
I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy |
(Wunsen) |
I’m like an exploding shottie |
I am the everlest, everlest, rebelest, evilest |
Like a murder charge, I’m intensive |
Chasing mans over fences |
Letting off shots dropping on the floor like one pences |
Suffer your own consequences |
Leave dead bodies in trenches |
Take you on an adventure |
Leave a man with dementia |
Better mind when I enter |
I leave the place all bloody and red like placenta |
I’m a true representer |
I do most of my dirty work in the winter |
I put my rusty knife deep into your flesh like splinter |
Blacked out like ninja |
Could have been brunette, could have been blonde or ginger |
Or an alcohol binger |
I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy |
(Wunsen) |
I’m like an exploding shottie |
I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy |
(Wunsen) |
I’m like an exploding shottie |
My bars are impolite and sour |
I’ve got the Intel quad core power |
If you want to try clash me, like an iPhone battery, you’ll die in less than an |
hour |
When I spit bars, I make you feel good like sex in the shower |
Anytime I jump on a beat I devour (yeah) |
My bars have got sniper rifle power |
Take mans out from the Eiffel Tower |
Give you buzz like having sex doing 140 miles per hour |
I spit naughty rhymes of sour like people snorting lines of flour |
I’ve got lyrics for days |
I write 140 lines per hour |
I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy |
Wunsen |
I’m like an exploding shottie |
I flow so cold and grotty, your lyrics are old and soggy |
Wunsen |
I’m like an exploding shottie |
D.E.Velopment, Mr Traumatik |
Get to know dis |
Up in your fucking faces |