Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hazardous Materials, artist - Gangrene. Date of issue: 06.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hazardous Materials |
| I’m hazardous |
| Homie, we don’t play around |
| I’m hazardous |
| I don’t fuck around, do what I tell ya |
| I’m hazardous |
| Crazy, violent, times of the… |
| I’m hazardous |
| Homie, we don’t play around |
| I’m in your vision, I’m the first stop giving you intuition, listen |
| I’m the premonition, enter your system |
| Fission, I’m in your bloodstream |
| I’m in the kitchen, chillin', I’m like a thug’s dream |
| Massive addiction, power me is convicious |
| For the cream, I seem to be always in conditions |
| Going deep is religion, my rituals and traditions |
| Homie, I’m just a menace, get written for a sentence |
| From all the judges and cynics |
| Find me up in the back of the club in the drug appendix |
| Only here for the lifted |
| In the air that you’re sniffin', smoke and inhale the difference |
| I’m the pill that they popping, that needle injecting sickness |
| Feel the fire I harness |
| I burn your soul with that pure, ready to harvest |
| I’m the proof in the product |
| Study by green professor so I enter the college and slums |
| And where the garbage is, point me to where the target is |
| You’ll feel marvelous |
| I’m hazardous |
| Homie, we don’t play around |
| I’m hazardous |
| I don’t fuck around, do what I tell ya |
| I’m hazardous |
| Crazy, violent, times of the… |
| I’m hazardous |
| Homie, we don’t play around |
| It’s the Toxic Avenger |
| Body parts shredded in a Cuisinart blender |
| Seasoned art vendor, build a beat, it parts Jenga |
| You sick turpentine and keep his feet on a credenza |
| Sunday morning funnies with a bowl full of Frankenberries |
| Dope engine, dirty syringe all in your capillaries |
| I am a magician, I am Amazing Larry |
| I made a steak from your heart, it tasted of cake and berry |
| (Ooh, that’s sweet!) Hurt my teeth, now I got cavities |
| Cut open the Duracell, sip the juice straight out of the battery |
| Feed me beats, your boy lost his marbles |
| Mr. Cheeks Jamaican dance on a face with the cleats |
| Jacket made of flesh, got the blood on my leather Chuckers |
| (Ahem) Clear my throat then I spit the phlegm in the muckus |
| Turn a party to ruckus |
| Limbs that been severed, they get discarded, a buck is |
| Split apart all the ducats |
| What! |
| I’m hazardous |
| Homie, we don’t play around |
| I’m hazardous |
| I don’t fuck around, do what I tell ya |
| I’m hazardous |
| Crazy, violent, times of the… |
| I’m hazardous |
| Homie, we don’t play around |