Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Uncrushables, artist - Ill Bill. Album song The Best of Snowgoons, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
The Uncrushables |
Listen to Art Bell, Cookie Puss like Carvel |
Bulletproof like Luca age 12 Marvel |
Bohemian Grove speaking Elohimian code |
Under the table sale of reptilian skulls |
Sherm, purple pill, word to Bill, murder guild, burn your face |
Burger grill meatloaf head Gucci and cokeheads |
A Lopez wannabe, Scarface operated |
Another Scarface incarcerated |
He said dude, bro, had a jew fro, looked like Tony Kukoc |
High glucose and blood sugar drug boogers |
Trouble shooters, double Grey Goose |
Trey deuce in the bubble goose |
Hundred proof, who the fuck are you? |
Came through with a Brooklyn face |
Jordan started undefeated in this to crooked taste |
Blew a whole in the wall and took the safe |
Got knocked, got a nose job and blew the case |
Then knocked again cause after surgery he looked the same |
Easy to tell, fuck with me and I will see you in Hell |
The unfuckwithable, the uncrushable |
There ain’t no stopping the unstoppable |
Easy to tell, fuck with me and I will see you in Hell |
The unfuckwithable, the uncrushable |
There ain’t no stopping the unstoppable |
They tell him break a leg so he can start off on the wrong foot |
And go stomping toward the coffin coughing the wrong hook |
Loosen his numerals son of |
While the industrial tumors grow |
The whole fucking world is a Truman Show |
A true to first like I’m fucking smacking your Tonka |
They come with war tech, they’re smarter than Hannibal Barca |
Personality sniper strikes till every bastard is lifeless |
The newest fancy gadgets, using tracking devices |
They be sniffing your route when you chill on a couch |
They planted shit in your house claiming that you dipping your snout |
But the law points fingers from the villains it’s out |
Every third pig is using bricks when building his house |
A rough world, nobody’s staged and accidents happen global |
From the fucking Titanic to the factories in Chernobyl |
But you keep standing firm so keep turning it louder |
Keep banging your head so your cranium turn into powder |
He’s uncrushable |
I do dirt then wash my hands with the water of Satan |
Reverse the roles and merge the souls, see the god in it’s making |
Shaking exorcism mathematics science and pagans awaiting death |
While life is lived in the lines of the pavements |
Creating off seeds, we all bleed and thirst for blood |
Invading beats, chasing dreams facing curse of love |
It’s kinda bugged when your affection doesn’t match your intentions |
And attention that you gain is only based on when you’re mentioned |
Dreading Armageddon I’m forgetting all of the rules |
Possessed by pussy greedy drugs and never letting them lose |
Cruise ships got surveillance when we vacate with the aliens |
And share notes and Ambien the State we’re preparing them |
Be wary of their lies and deceitful truths |
The scary minds are the wise and streets is proof |
We move fast and try to last for the rest of the way |
Because tomorrow should better than yesterday’s today |