Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dump Truck , by - Gangrene. Release date: 23.01.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dump Truck |
| Dump truck’s dumpin, heartbeat accelerated |
| Blood pumpin, don’t assume make an assumption |
| Get your pumpkin butternut muffin slit open for nothin |
| Bisquits burn, radio, my disc gets burned |
| Spead the germ, then return, check the rebirth |
| My appetite for destruction rap, stomach got a ring worm |
| Cause I keep eatin, keep shittin, keep spittin |
| Street pigeon, now I drop |
| Porched on a lamppost top |
| Pickin up bundles of botox |
| Still nothin move but the money |
| While you move with a style funny |
| I fathered you, you just a child to me |
| Dinner plate chow to me, raw steak a piece of cow to me |
| Make 'em kneel to the god and bow to me |
| I’ll ruin you, don’t let the humble atttitude fool you |
| Crack open your fruit, spill out the prune juice |
| And drink to success while we calculate your debts |
| Put old dogs to sleep like a vet |
| So what the fuck |
| My dump truck keep dumpin on a punk |
| No interruption, turn the music up |
| Burn bushes of kushes and fill the cup |
| Yeah |
| You in the back of the dump truck |
| Ba-ba-back of the dump track |
| The rapper of all time, they call me King Rhymes |
| They call me big time because of how my |
| 16's don’t never stop, no ma |
| Shine is forever like them stars in the sky |
| Yeah the Grand Wizard of Oz, there is none higher |
| 720 degrees, I burn like fire |
| That’s 360 physical, 360 spiritual |
| For you to kill me is gon' take a miracle |
| You niggas try and play with me like chess |
| Oh niggas wan' prey on me? |
| God bless |
| I’m hearin all this talk from these so-called gangsters |
| And real gangsters bring it on, I spank ya |
| With claps to the ass, my gun explode, nigga |
| Now video-rebuttal that, bitch-ass hoe nigga |
| Microscopic rappers want publicity |
| They small like atoms, nobody’s listenin |
| To you |
| I’m a constructed con, a fuckin machine |
| I up the echelon whenever I etch a song |
| The kind of shit I’m on — a big dump truck |
| And you’se a dumb fuck, y’all get dumb stuck |
| Dude shit out of luck, don’t let the pump erupt |
| See we ridin dirty, fuck tryina buckle up |
| This is smashin the wall, hop out the car to brawl |
| Line 'em up like dominos, they fall |
| Y’all’s bustas better recognize this |
| One man’s trash is now some shit that turned priceless |
| All these gems, it take forever to find this |
| So we keep fillin 'em landfills with the virus |
| I haul a trailer full of rock to sell |
| Get popped if you tell, tell 'em they can rot in hell |
| I put fire to your trash-ass artists |
| Then smack 'em retarded, dump 'em back in the garbage |
| Regardless |