Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nursery Rhyme, artist - Joell Ortiz. Album song Free Agent, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.02.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Freedom Tunes
Song language: English
Nursery Rhyme |
One-two one-two |
I said ah-one-two one-two |
Right about now is the time |
I kick a nursery rhyme (uhh) |
Goddamn it he did it again, didn’t he? |
Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock |
So it’s time to get the cheese, y’all be rhymin like yo please |
I got that second vowel flow, I’m rhymin with the ease |
You never see me on lists inside these magazines |
But I’m +The Source+ of rap discussions, they Vibe-in with Ortiz |
In my +XXL+ shirt, lion over my jeans |
It’s like I’m fightin in Europe, I’m fire overseas! |
Hip-Hop's messiah, bring your sire to his knees |
I’m «nevaeh» in reverse, paradise in the P’s |
I’m Iron Mike in the '80s in the black trunks |
Act pump ya lyin on your back slump, all my lions pack punch |
Who wan' be rap lunch? |
Me make your snack chump |
Ya likkle pistol pack pack pump, me mac dump! |
Fast munch, I reckon you stay away from the wreckin ball |
If I swing in your direction I’ll level you all like a measured wall |
The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout |
Down came the rain and washed the spider out |
I’m the definition of ill, Jack and Jill went up the hill |
To fetch a pail of water, I took Jack’s crown and pushed him down |
I manslaughter all around the damn border |
Optimus in his +Prime+, a fuckin Transformer! |
Walk in any club I’m the subject of camcorders |
So I’m slidin out the back e’ry night with a man’s daughter |
Puttin my you-know-what, you know where |
No not down there, in between both ears |
Leave my seeds on they nose hairs, oh yeah I go there |
What the fuck you expect? |
I fuck necks 'til they throat tears |
Embody the projects, symbolize the struggle |
Where the kids pawn my object to minimize the trouble |
I been in rides with duffle bags stuffed with the crack |
Few years later I put them same drugs on the track |
Got the globe hot from coca in a flow you can’t toca |
So listen close chocha, Cllate La Boca |
Twinkle twinkle little star |
How I wonder what you are |
Goddamn I’m the man, Mary had a little lamb |
Whose fleece was white as snow |
I skinned him and rocked that lil' nigga to my show |
I be dipper than an O-, R-E-O cookie I’mma milk 'em for this dough |
I’m a pilgrim with the hoes — I could rock a Plymouth Sundance |
In dumb pants and still thank her for givin me a blow, job |
No prob, they go home I go. |
hard |
And find another broad to hump free/Humphrey, Bo-gart |
John Rambo got ammo for whole squads |
I rhyme over a banjo and handle yo' bars |
I’m high and won’t fall like a dope nod |
I’m outta here, every rhyme’s a postdated postcard |
Don’t mention my name, just keep playin yo' part |
Cause I got a Gang of Wolves, Amadeus Mozart’s |
I don’t smile, ain’t gon' set it |
See you in the hospital spellin' YAOWA, Yo' Ass On Wild Anesthetics |
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O |
And on this farm he had you ducks, garbage with your flow |
Y’all can’t fuck with Joell |
That nigga’s nice |
Y’all just be sayin stuff that only he can understand |
Haha, the little kids, hehe |