Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dogface Go, artist - E-dubble. Album song hip-hop is good, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.10.2009
Record label: Evan Wallace
Song language: English
Dogface Go |
| Fuck your judgment, I’ll make the judgements |
| I am like Judge Dredd, baby I’m above this |
| Figurative and literal, this is so pivotal |
| Now I’ll explain why the games so difficult |
| I’m not just a rapper, not an employee |
| Put me in the box, if you want to annoy me |
| I will destroy that box like I did ya mom’s |
| I keep dropping bombs, baby call me shock and awe |
| Cause I’m cold, awesome, keep on flossing |
| Fuck these songs I got more, I’ll toss em' |
| Boss em', trade em' garnish their wages |
| Treat em' like a stray dog, get them spade |
| You got neutered, I’m outlandish |
| I don’t need eyes to see I’m outstanding |
| Write it, fuck it, and do it live |
| You pull the trigger of a gun, and to Bill 'O Ri' |
| Cause you’re stupid, brainless, you got no patience |
| You make a martyr out of that assholes face |
| And you got big problems, you can’t solve em' |
| Wall Street’s gone and the guns keep popping |
| Bodies keep dropping, civilized cities turn to vacant lots, and start sprouting |
| crops, like |
| I am legend, and my phazer’s off «stun» |
| With the second amendment because my Uzi weighs a ton |
| There’s a zone, I found it, a beat, I pound it |
| Biggest damn fish in the pond, I’ll drown him |
| I’m talking shit, now I got a good reason |
| The world got stabbed and it won’t stop bleeding |
| Seething, like the hot water in the kettle I’m a |
| Heathen, but I’m not believing in the metal |
| And I’m staying put till we figure out some shit |
| No revolutionary, but I read about some shit |
| I go numb |
| I read Howard Zinn |
| While I take a shit |
| And then I call it quits |
| I go numb |
| I watch the daily show |
| And talk some shit on Palin |
| And while the countries fail |
| I go numb |
| I say fuck insurance |
| I’m a monster-saurs |
| Might as well ignore it |
| I go numb |
| I don’t need a damn gun |
| Got a weapon on my neck and it’s about to go dumb |
| Release therapy, when I dump on the beat |
| I’m punk on the beat, with my dunks on my feet |
| Pop shit, no question, keep them guessing |
| «He's so nice, why he keep stressing?» |
| «He's so sick, send him a blessing» |
| Keep on sneezing, pass infection |
| Gas is precious, ask the Texans |
| When recess is, I need breakfast |
| We all use their Petro |
| Fuck that metro, I just jet home |
| On the shoelace express, with a bin full of goodies |
| I am dressed for success, in a black t-shirt |
| And a black bandanna |
| Quiet revolution from the kids who can’t stand ya |
| Pull the hearing aids out, call it bad manners |
| But we still sound loud, so they pull them hammers |
| Your carcass is war-kissed from left to right |
| Divisions cause attrition no one left to fight |
| Common sense left the building, to best your night |
| And your base just stole home just to test your might |
| Town halls getting physical, situation critical |
| People from the bottom to the top getting ridiculed |
| Can’t get rid of you, morphine is more fun |
| Cut funds, add guns, now we got a ritual |
| Glass looks pitiful, empty as shit |
| Optimism left town with the hit |
| Underground eugenics, pop up the new aesthetic |
| Don’t fit, nondescript, so you grab that weapon |
| Natural selection, goes for the aggressors |
| Cannibals eat the left, so meet the new progressives |
| Prep for Armageddon, turn yourself into a weapon |
| No immunity, communities fall off from the oppression |