Lyrics Sonic Boom - Flatlinerz

Sonic Boom

Sonic boom to the head, of a dread, 'cause he’s tread
Upon the Flatline apartment and entered so now he’s dead
Straight out the door, dirty dungeon graveyard
I broadcast and watch Sport Center, Ahmad Rashād
Tic-tac-toe, we smack in the back, oh shit
I seem to catch a vic' if a nigga think he slick
I eat a rapper appetizer, shady like a visor
Punch you in your mouth with my ring the high riser
Kitty cat, kitty cat, there’s a mouse for you to house
But the kitty cat was dead, when the dog bit off his head
On the contrary, it’s legendary
So I bury your punk pussy ass in the Pet Sematary
When it’s a hit, I’m bringing the Tec-9 mad quick
Flipping the script and ripping your shit up so never slip
Jesus Christ, should think twice before the crucifix
Dip dip diver, I’m coming liver than the full clip
Dig up the grave, violate your resting place
Rest in peace, pieces, believe that I’ma chase
A nigga through the graveyard, the 100 yard dash
Passionately stash your cash, you’re out of gas
Don’t try to flinch, I got the itchy trigger finger
Ringing the neck and bringing the thing a ling a ling and run your check nigga
Open up a womb from a Looney Tune soon
All of the goons from the wombs, bust 'em down, sonic boom
BOOM to the head, you’re dead now, it’s sonic
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BAM!
Torture with a grip made out of tombstones
We’re the Flatlinerz, broken bone and broken domes
I’m a rebel so I catch up with the devil
Put my status on his level with the treble, you’re a pebble
The ink pen is sinking, the motherfucking kingpin
It’s the Gravedigger, so I doubt when I’m creeping
Hit you when you’re sleeping, I’ll lug you down like a log to the morgue
Get your broad, put one in her spinal cord
I’m shooting (gun), I’m shooting (gun) I bumba in your bumbaclot
I buck like a truck, one, two, press your luck
Three crazy motherfuckers, insane with mental problems
In my dreams, I’m busting Glocks down to goblins
And monsters, under my bed, go get the sledge
Hammer, mac-a-frama-lama, mad niggas dead
So let’s play freeze tag upon the burial ground
Stop (Sonic Boom!)
Everybody, what’s that sound?
One, two, three, four, five
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Eleven, twelve
I’m ready to pop a dozen shells
BOOM to the head, you’re dead now, it’s sonic
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BAM!
Gravedigger the nigga behind the trigger so you figure
It’s time to hold your own 'cause you feel you’re getting bigger
You once was my son took the weight I deliver
Batty bwoy push up when dem nuh ready yet
I’m Flatline freaking, some Glock gonna burst
And all my enemies' bodies are in a hearse
Let’s visit the graveyard like the rabbit and the turtle
Jumping over tombstones like jumping over hurdles
I loaded the pump like the back of my hand
I’m like dopeman but drive a mortuary van
God damn, it’s fitting, come up like the
I got a gun, I never run, I never will, I never ran
I’m coming six feet deep, I went into the crypt without your grave
A peaceful nigga, six or seven bullets to his brain
What’s my name?
(Redrum, the nigga from the slum)
And where I’m from?
(Brooklyn, where he got his gun)
I’m from the Flatline Massive, gun in the darkness
Sparking a fucking philly in the casket
You wanna puff?
The plant is rough, tough guy
You coming dead, never life (check it)
All I wanna do is zooma zooma zooma zoom
Bust a .44 and put your ass in a tomb
BOOM to the head, you’re dead now, it’s sonic
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BAM!