Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Boiling Point, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song The Ugly EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Boiling Point |
Hook: Skits Vicious] |
I’m a walking time bomb going tick, tick, tick |
Tick, tick, tick (x2) |
Ooh |
I’m a good kid |
Livin in a mad city |
All I see is ass, titties |
Niggas puffin hash fillies |
And that really got me thinkin as a youngster |
That I wanna be that nigga |
Hit them blunts and fuckin punksta |
To pump what? |
Nigga wanna bust but now ya gut’s stuck |
I’m fuckin niggas up and dump em in the trunk for one buck (yeah) |
Damn right, I be’s a cheap mothafucka |
Now ya’ll niggas in my shit knee deep |
Motherfucka, I’m |
More distorted than imported niggas slaughter ya |
Bored is foreign and I’m morbid with that morning stuff |
Last message, for my haters and my ex bitch |
I hope ya’ll choke up on a fat dick until you’re breathless |
Why you all up in my face again? |
We ain’t friends, leave me alone |
Way too stoned, get out my space |
Don’t call my phone |
Him, her, they, them |
Don’t need no new friends |
Can’t pay rent but you’re flexin in your new Benz? |
Who cares about style sense? |
Make your fuckin life end |
Sometimes I’m violent |
Criminal minded |
Stay silent, cause I don’t wanna hear it |
Stupid fuckin lyrics, I don’t have two minutes |
And keep your nose out my business |
No time for dumb bitches |
Ya better keep your distance |
I’ll beat you with persistence |
Cryin like an infant |
It’s clear that we’re different |
Exploding in an instant |
The walls are closing in on me |
Eyes low, brain fried |
In the company of misery, days fly |
My body feels a chillin breeze outside |
Grey sky, feel the pressure and the stake’s high |
And I’m feelin like it’s all a little laid |
I wanna be the one to be remembered as the great guy |
Suban Thai, Samurai |
Darts fly, lakes dry |
Murder she wrotes, what I heard from the grape vine |
I under this |
So I don’t leave remorse no more |
There’s no goodbye when I go out, but when I do I’m sure |
To take this stinkin filthy planet down to gutter with me |
Scar ya in your afterlife, the bloody letters Skits V |