Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Suck, artist - Edan. Album song Primitive Plus, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Record label: Lewis
Song language: English
You Suck |
Laughter ceases after masterpieces slash your thesis |
Questioning my passion is like asking Jesus if the crucifixion hurt |
Flirting with ears, but choosing visions first |
I stretch 'em out until they snap to prove that long division works |
A strong incision bursts your bladder |
Filthy rhyming prosecutor |
Never-ending thirst for data |
Salvaged from the lost computer |
Immaculate, verses scatter |
We tackle and toss a loser off a pedestal created by actions regrettable |
Packing a vegetable for malnutrition |
Rap-mutation, advocators, fact-debaters catch a bad one from a tractor-trailer |
Even avid masturbators can’t relate to my passion at mic clutch |
Crashin' a nightclub, simply to spite fucks who came to dance |
My brain is pants you herbs are legs |
I earn while some prefer to beg I deal with ignorance |
Therefore, to turn a head is difficult |
Like being drunk while parallel-parking a car |
Broken pieces of glass on your floor after I fart in a jar |
«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt |
Y’all don’t know jack, no if’s or maybe’s» |
«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt» |
«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt» |
«Now who’s my first victim? |
Come get some of this» |
«MC's you suck, you know how that go» |
«Yo, this is a fact, handing my beat over» |
I got the bald-headed crown with a dope swirl |
Hot enough to make a nymphomaniac’s toes curl |
Lounge with showgirls in the uncharted lands of the West Pacific islands |
Hypnotized by horizons |
Evil mistress, black widow of the brimstone |
Skeletons in every closet, close to the window |
Rose petals, French Dutchess, with gold medals |
On the coldest meadow follows the ghost that goes (ohhh) |
And when I was young my moms thought I had a disturbance |
Cause she always found me under the cabinet drinking detergent |
Murderous Copernicus, Prometheus inserted it |
The way I worded it left 'em tumbling through the turbulence |
I got a nasty dropkick, catch flies with chopsticks |
Kidnap your siblings then take them for hostage |
Your girl’s not a chicken head she’s more like an ostrich |
Smells like armpit, foot and ass, and dog shit |
«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt |
Y’all don’t know jack, no if or maybe’s» |
«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt» |
«You sucka MC’s, you don’t enjoy rapping» |
«MC's you suck, that’s without a doubt» |
«Give you a chance, to say your petty rhymes» |
«MC's you suck, you know how that go» |
«I wish you’d hurry up cause you’re wasting my time» |
Laughter happens after master craftsmen practice smashing clowns |
I pass your rapping class and snatch the cap and gown |
I trap a noun and catch a verb while running laps around |
The pachyderm who hasn’t learned the basic laws of planet Earth |
I take your jaw and smash it through the simple principles of amateur |
elimination |
Pattern your alliteration after mine? |
Mastermind my pattern writing |
Vocalize the battle writing |
Localize the folks who try to socialize for ladder-climbing |
NPC, degrees, and pattern sine and sequence quantization |
Concentration might alleviate your frequent contemplation |
Constant patience, do you know how badly that I want a spaceship? |
Modulation causes placement of assailance on surveillance |
Wander aimlessly amongst a mass of slavery |
Until a brave MC (through bravery) |
Decides to call his name to me, it’s all in vein you see |
When I decapitate his brain and season it for morning breakfast |
While listening to Death mix |
Out |