Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Full Monty, artist - Non Phixion. Album song The Green CD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.04.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
The Full Monty |
Crack you like a twig, you’re like a faggot rockin a wig |
The adopted kid, obnoxious stepchild, your real mom’s a pig |
That’s how I classify these dumb crabs, a bunch of scumbags |
Quick, to pull a gat but look at that, your gun jams cuntrag |
You come in handy when the pussy’s bleedin' |
But YOU the pussy bleedin right now, but no you ain’t dreamin' |
Just because we righteous doesn’t mean we ain’t schemin' |
How the fuck you think we kill devils and slay demons? |
You be the type to smoke cats who dip they blunts in semen |
We hit your wife off, barely heard that slut screamin |
PCP and marijuana had a dusty meetin' last evenin' |
Oh shit I think your moms beepin' |
Word that’s her number no doubt, yo I’mma break out |
First I get some Chinese takeout, then scope Jake out |
Parked on the corner of your mother’s building, waitin for me |
But I broke out before the story and those devils never saw me |
To my kid Sultan the Shiek, rap freak, sew all you tricks in heat |
We’ll crack your meat for bein sweet, don’t even try to sleep |
I’m full length, you’re a snippet tape, I bend a state |
But you trade in Jakes while your ass inflates, it dictates |
What a fag you are, upper drag stag of Zanzibar |
Rockin tennis shorts, a pro at cub sports like Benetar |
Fuck a figure four, I lace 'em with a clean and jerk |
Smoke a fuckin pound and watch these cats go berzerk |
I terrorize all cities, you bout to feel my work |
Mexican cats in shades, heavy D.A.'d from planes |
Then the bass pumps like Flavor Flav, how seems on dark days |
Federal agents on fatal car chase |
Drivin the flatlands until I hit Ralph, caught the stench |
In the rotten projects, bag a left and I’m out |
Non Phixion be the Full Monty, Zoo York like Vinnie Ponte |
Or Noam Chomsky nah, fuck it like Phil Bronstein |
I’m ill constantly kill with the velocity of T3 |
Three years before the movie got out |
And Jack Ruby be with the gat out, gotta give a shout out |
Goretex, 10K, engineerin this, steerin this |
It’s like Columbo, or William S. Burroughs drug code |
Smell the gunsmoke, you get your thumbs broke, like uncut coke |
With no clientele to sell it to, internal revenue |
Has made levels to, train out thought, we takin over airports |
Get slain for sport, poppin champagne corks like Puffy |
Non Phixion, vampire slayers like Buffy |