Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song All Night, artist - Figurines. Date of issue: 06.12.2005
Song language: English
All Night |
| I’m breaking brain cells off at the stem |
| Your status is stupidier |
| Ap is a nuclear blast, tar blacker than Lucifer |
| I consider writing a list of all the shit I would do to you |
| Head so big I rest my fitting cap on Jupiter |
| You aint buiolt like this you a soft carbon copy |
| A carebear compared to a autobot body! |
| The raps like crack I supply to the blacks |
| Drop pipes, car mics, say goodbye to your rocks! |
| Im a mutha fucker star, the staus of John Lennon |
| You are Orindary People singing to John Legend |
| Write a track this and that, better X that out |
| I don’t play that, like rap in a redneck’s house |
| I can have your brain cells spinning quicker than Speedwell’s |
| Your female, email and me on your details |
| I don’t dig up dirt, I shake the earth! |
| And I never say names I wouldn’t waste the verse |
| All for the top Im hot and when they dare me to write |
| Prepare to carry your mic to a burial site |
| Im a pioneer fucking up stereotypes |
| I snatched chains as a kid made you carry your bikes |
| I got an addiction to spitting shit, its heroin like |
| Storytellers speak of telling me American plight |
| Money blows, funny though, it seems embarrassing right? |
| Rock shows blow the doors on a pair of Air Nikes |
| All NIGHT! |
| Yeah yo you know the rules I cruise with a tough band |
| You in the fucking closet with brooms and a dustpan |
| Like clean sweep your fleet body softning and gelling |
| And now you want a mic, yeah right! |
| My life and your skeleton dummy |
| Im in the place you can tell when its bloody |
| I freaking paid for your face straight |
| A million of money? |
| Im ready and willing to watch response seven to flesh? |
| Lets see if I don’t kill him in five seconds or less |
| I keep coming back like rashes on an infant |
| You don’t want a chance to clash with the maginifcent seven |
| Of us its heaven but never enough |
| So I tighten the vice quick so his head will get crushed |
| Im out of sight now deep in this music |
| Leaving them upside down feed them for new shit |
| Ribkat’s is the wrong pal to creep in the booth with |
| Blow a hole in your back just to eat him for soup dish |
| You bitch! |
| Yo the Demigodz stand for killers! |
| More specifically we deadly entertainers, maniac ignorant godzillas and we |
| Never took the route them other crooks took |
| Because we kept recipes for human flesh in my mother’s cook book! |
| Your souffled in more ways then ten! |
| Celph Titled’s flow is choking the wind, my favorite past time is soaking in |
| sin! |
| The most accurate sharp shooter with no scope |
| Shoot with my left and watch you all die from second hand smoke |
| Im repping my fans so! |
| You better act cool |
| My soul will make a Ouiji board jump up and slap you dummy |
| You not thinking smart! |
| I bust so many blamers and blinkers that I should start a rock band called |
| Blinking Spark! |
| Sinking sharks with no harpoons, my arsenal is a sawblade carved in two sliding |
| your coffin through |
| Apathy is insane and Im the same as my brother |
| Im like a circus show sniper, I aim for the juggler |
| Catch a case and before the Judge could slam down the gavel |
| The whole room ducking and hide from grenade shrapnel |
| These rap verses I be breezing though |
| Because IM like a celibant, under oath, un fucking believable! |
| DemiGodz, Fort Minor |
| You’ve heard of us |
| Styles of Beyond |
| You’ve heard of us, the murderous! |