Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sonic Boom, artist - Flatlinerz. Album song U.S.A., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2012
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
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! |