Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Funyons , by - Durag Dynasty. Song from the album 360 Waves, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопFunyons |
| Good gracious, greetings from outer spaces |
| Flash black, astrology gat |
| Splash haters holding cow off the meat rack style |
| It’s salmonella pushin Lee back |
| Beat that collapse, heart failure, no defibrillators |
| Emulators imitate the innovators |
| Pen and paper, like they tryna peal simulators |
| Autobiographic, author of the classic |
| Rappin fire, rap designer, from a finer fabric, |
| That’s Kinte, master of the paragraph, sensei |
| Fly when I’m handling the rock, MJ |
| Off the wall in a vision, smooth criminal invention |
| Written with subliminal intentions |
| Set the landmark, land shark swimming in the shower |
| Dust yo man off, a peasant in the eyes of a pharaoh |
| Straight cocky, cockblock me, try and stop me |
| I’ll turn yo top rhyming into vegetable, broccoli |
| We get it off like swollen packs, no relaxing for the team |
| Quarterbacking, never had to dirty mack for hoes attraction |
| Slow flow, dancing on a coast to coast |
| Cancer on em, songs so gully that you can’t perform em |
| For that’s torture, for less fortune |
| Collect portions, respect the bosses, cautious |
| Ah shit, they shouldn’t have partner loose |
| From the kind of crew that turned niggas to Jaba juice |
| M16's Colorado boots, a pile of loo |
| Me and my killers did it for the galalu |
| What a stylish ville, scupping the pile of shoe |
| For the low to kaliko could turn your salad soup |
| This town is new, the parrots in this palace flew |
| The terrorist group ever since his parents was through |
| True, that’s why the seeds carry tools |
| This is for every goon who’s disrespectful and very rude |
| Full hood massacre, psychiatric panic right to 911 passengers |
| With box colors, slash me up |
| Pandemic with pistols, up stand me and crystal |
| In Afghanistan torture taliban to the grizzle |
| Tumultuous, explosives less, gun butter, the both spin us |
| Muscle spank you again, damn you getting too old for this |
| Your brain bother me, need a lyric lobotomy |
| Actin tough as nails but you frails the economy |
| Conflict is budu, barbaric barrage |
| On a futile sabotage like Mahmoud Amajad |
| You’s a fraud, you delicate decibel data drones |
| I shatter your speaker box like James Earl Jones |
| With suitable cremations of funerals |
| Irrefutable, cranium crucible, burn your body parts to the cuticals |
| Suitable, musical, medical, pharmaceutical marijuana |
| This murder and mayhem basically beautiful |
| This crisis, the valedictorian, fuck the porium |
| The nicest, verbal is silly, yea read devices |
| Strike suddenly, systematic and utterly |
| Watch you die slow is the economic recovery |
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