Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gluttony, artist - Gangrene. Date of issue: 06.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gluttony |
| All I do is serve kitchen nightmares |
| At restaurant like I’m cooking crack |
| Over a dirty ass stove wearing a crooked hat |
| Now look at that, sauteing the fat for the flavor |
| I cut the beef out with a knife sharp as a razor |
| It never took three judges to see that I’m the master chef |
| I rock a filet, the chicken’s breast |
| I leave the pickin’s for left |
| But I’m sick in the head so I might snatch up the rest, no rest |
| I bring 'em down home until the leaves |
| Give me some dome before my needs leave |
| Them birds now knee deep, I am a repeat offender |
| I’m feeding them chocolate to make it easy |
| Bam! |
| I’m on my Emeril Lagasse, and Bobby Flay |
| Challenging Rachel Ray, Coolio, and Flava Flav |
| In the backyard barbecue getting paid |
| Tarnish the pot with some Tanqueray |
| Ay… Doc No |
| Swimming in a bucket of Jenkem |
| Over the stove while I’m sizzling my cuts of the steak-um |
| Rubbing my belly like a pig but I don’t fuck with the bacon |
| Steamrolled all over your face and leave it stuck to the pavement |
| Monologue Dr Zhivag' smoking dust in the basement |
| I’ll scrape the razor |
| Split 'em open, discover blunts with the grape flavor |
| Heart pump cinnamon |
| You struggle with the rhythm get him a pace maker |
| Need I consume more than foul glutton |
| Snitch a kid on a whip, look like the ground hugging |
| The 40 cal cutting fingers on the ready to blow shit up now button |
| There go the crowd ducking |
| Walking with my hand like I’m controlling clown puppets |
| Gold minded digging through dirt, we found nuggets in the soil, the rubble |
| Then boil the foil until it bubble |
| Through the Toyota truck in the shuffle |
| My flow’s a fiasco over a loop |
| Slave to the drum, holding on my noose |
| Shoot the soldier out his boots |
| They should’ve told you I was the truth |
| Goose, concealing a toaster until I shoot like |
| Caine in Menace, herringbone chain hang ridiculous |
| Bang like my days is limited |
| It’s the same demented deranged degenerate |
| Inflict pain, my game is venomous |
| Spit out flames 'til your frame diminish |
| Now you holey/holy as a page of Leviticus |
| Niggas grind day to day for dividends |
| Time glutton overweight from getting it |
| Overseas, out of town, out of state, I’m pitching |
| Thought it was a roach problem how I raid the kitchen |
| Paid my dues, everybody paid admission |
| Raise the stakes, you raise suspicion |
| Motherfucker |
| «No one can do it better» |
| «Gotta eat» «Bring it to 'em raw» |
| «Made him eat shit» |
| «Just don’t give a…» |
| «Serve 'em up like gourmet dinners» |
| «Eat 'em up» |
| «Spread it out like Grey Poupon» |
| «Here's a ice cream cone, honey, take a lick» |
| «Until then, keep eating and swallowing» |
| «Yo, I know the perfect meal for you» |
| «Bite it» |