Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Final Boss, artist - Doomtree. Album song All Hands, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2015
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Final Boss |
| There goes Johnny sweeping the leg |
| There goes Jake cuffing the hands |
| There are things that I’ll never understand |
| They’re just looking for a buyer |
| Easy meat, cheap prey supplier |
| Situation looking dire |
| Shot back at the devil I was heavy under fire |
| It’s okay I’m reloaded |
| They can’t rap along but goddamn, they quote it |
| God damn it’s frozen |
| My heart is Minnesota |
| This boulder |
| If you didn’t notice |
| Something inside of me is slowly exploding |
| I feel like Kobe on the sideline |
| Sidewinder missile I am cyanide |
| Inert for the last time land mine |
| I am out of my Goddamn skull |
| Pedal to the floor board I am all pulse |
| I don’t play fault |
| I just dust off walk over them coals |
| Iron out later |
| I ain’t waiting on an elevator |
| Each mark is a caption |
| Each line on my face shows exactly what happened |
| You’ll know what you need when it slips by |
| But I’m not looking back for the rest of my |
| Get up like I never fucking got up before |
| And I get it like I never fucking got it before |
| You’ll see how dark once they hit the light |
| Know what I’ve made from the marks on my hands |
| Get up like I never fucking got up before |
| And I get it like I never fucking got it before |
| Simon says Miranda’s right |
| But William tells it different |
| Says Gideon brought a rifle |
| Was looking for a fight |
| The Housewives of Gomorrah all boarded up from here to the border |
| Sordid falling on our own swords or standing still |
| Heartbreak hill |
| I’ma make a fortune in small bills to show that I can give it back in my will |
| Like the back of my hands I know hard work |
| My back my hands |
| Yeah both still hurt |
| Like a catamaran two skins |
| One for the water one for the wind |
| Like a battering ram, I get it in lemme at it again and when the juniper blooms |
| we get a river of gin |
| Get up, let’s go, move homie right now |
| Shut em up, they make it hard to keep the food down |
| Ninety-nine lives |
| Livin' by the Konami code |
| Fold em all origami mode |
| Let the drama slow |
| Never ever ever |
| I’m an adventure |
| Keep em on they toes |
| Drippy-nose fucks flake |
| I dip past no breaks |
| Skippin' y’all flipping y’alls hot cakes eating |
| I’ma man the damn Weber |
| Stand aside, handle mine, add the cheddar |
| Kiss the chef |
| Nah gut, skin, and eat the chef before he eats the rest |
| I’m here to keep the nest safe and sound the alarm |
| Ride the earthquakes and hang ten harm |
| Y’all get tame |
| I’ma non-stopper |
| Y’all flip the frame |
| We pull the copper |
| Python wings, viper claws |
| I been breaking all types of laws |
| Diamond teeth, steel cut jaws |
| Got raised by fightin' dogs |
| Been around the block so many times |
| Can’t find my house |
| Wanna fit the earth in the palm of my hand but it keeps on bustin' out |
| Father figure, figure 8, motherland turned motherboard |
| Satellite-ville fly the flag of the HD SMPTE color bars |
| Plasticine, whole world building outward |
| Second Life, no cheats for the first |
| Warp Whistle level up out the gutter |
| All hunger no thirst |