Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Retarded Fren, artist - JJ DOOM.
Date of issue: 19.08.2012
Song language: English
Retarded Fren |
An honest day’s work for an honest day’s pay |
Stay taking wages the anonymous way |
Calmish, pay to the Amish selling |
Promise me gold bond, palm itch swelling |
With no tact, though, ipso facto |
Wondering in pictures why his lips is so black, yo! |
No question, an ounce of prevention |
Is more than a pound of raw cure pure intention |
Attention! |
No throwing stones at the homeless |
Or else ye yeself may end up with your dome blessed |
Chrome dust, nano-sized particles |
Stop telling codes through the YouTube, retarded fools! |
Defeats the purpose |
Greedily slurp up the surplus and burp puss |
So nervous, you can hear the shirt must gush |
Hush, hush. |
Trust. |
Villain til' the Earth crust bust |
Self-defense, think he’s not real |
Up until you blink twice and feel the hot steel |
Take it how you want it, fake it or flaunt it |
Need to put some brakes on it. |
Shake it, dog-gone it! |
Dead drop, leave it right there |
Chop it off, heads bop, breathe it like air |
You hear? |
Study the devil |
Played the game and choose to do so on a bloody level |
Who sent him? |
Steady losing momentum |
Oh, eat a rapper one-a-day like Centrum |
The mask is like a Gundam, dumb-dumb um |
And it don’t matter where you come from, you bum! |
What happens when the poles shift? |
Won’t matter for shit who you roll with |
Cold and stiff, hold the if |
If in case you need a facelift sold a gift |
Rip it like space time foam, fold the rift |
The sun still shines in the morning |
He ain’t promising more, but it’s definitely scorching |
Like an iceball, off guard, soft, hard |
Ask him do he give an F like report card |
Out-spit em' like Jonah |
Add bonuses, intel suggests they had no cojoneses |
On this microphone business, it’s slaughter |
That’s on his 3 pre-mature daughters' aortas |
The thought was, uh, quarters, halfs, wholes |
A roll. |
Like good times sold like good dimes |
It’s just begun to began to begin |
To end, to start back again for smarter men and women |
And their forgotten retarded Fren |