Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nihilus, artist - Dkoolpharaoh
Date of issue: 01.03.2019
Song language: English
Nihilus |
On foe niggas swearing they 'bout taking lives |
My inner thoughts yearning to tac 'em on sight |
Them hollows stay munchin' like Pac Man’s lost cousin |
I’m smeltin' all niggas that’s itchin' to try |
I’m strapped with them bullets and shells like a plumber |
I’ll port to your city like Hayden from Jumper |
Ain’t no way you dodging the bullets I chucker |
And if that bitch grazed then I’m hurling another |
Your birdies stay chirpin' that you bounce with heat |
You claim what they humming then shit point at me |
You point while on safety, your stance getting shaky |
My wolves get to sensing, they see the next feast |
My gang skirt in tahoes to shoot runs with models |
I’m talking 'bout Wessons, that clear out the scene |
If you really 'bout it, don’t duck from the scoutage |
Just take that shot like Piccolo for the team |
Bang, bang, light a nigga out on some Holocaust |
Body get to missin' without wishin', Timmy Turner’s lost |
Let the nigga get it 'cause he beg it like an auction cost |
Twenty-one, forty-one, vultures buzzing off his top |
Goofy nigga talk a lot, but he could not walk the talk |
Should of never had the thought, now he rolling on the lot |
Fold him like an auto bot, gave him all the shots we got |
Thraw, thraw, thraw, thraw, now we dippin' out the lot |
Move, move, move, move, move. |
Fourteen bogies, inbound. |
Load the chopper. |
Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go. |
How we lookin'? |
C’mon, is it loaded? |
There we go, there we go. |
Down, on the right, down, down, nice, down. |
Over there, let’s go, let’s move over there, move out, move out |
Fuck with my legion, I might let off in this bitch for no reason |
I burn off heresy, fakers and treason |
I am the god who could change with the season |
So fuck all your reasons, and no, I can’t stop it |
She too outta pocket, she pop lock and drop it |
I know yo bitch ratchet, I tossed up the rock |
And I dashed from the spot, if you talk like a jock |
I’ll put holes in yo jacket |
Leave him all red like a beef ramen packet |
His shit disclosed then I’m closing his casket |
Why they come back if they know that I’ve passed them? |
Claim I’m below them, I know I surpassed them |
Act like a bitch or as if you don’t have sense |
Boy, when we talk of your bitch, it’s in past tense |
Boy, if I focus on that I won’t have shit |
They call me «clank» 'cause I came with the ratchet |
Really don’t care what you think of me, I |
Really don’t care what you think of me, I |
Really don’t care what you think of me, I |
Really don’t care what you think of me, I |
Mortis |