Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang, artist - John Anthony.
Date of issue: 25.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bang |
Yeah |
I’m makin' hits like the rays |
And there’s not a thing you can say |
I’m takin' this putrid game |
And I’m fuckin' tunin' the way that you hear this music |
It may just make you confusin', but please |
Understand I do what I may |
And not even you would complain |
I look to God but I’m not always sacrilegious |
You got me feelin' as naughty as Cosby |
When he was smackin' them bitches |
If I was actually givin' a flyin' fuck, I would give it |
But I think my body is stoppin' |
A heart attack is in minutes |
I’m feelin' lots of negativity |
There’s a lot people lookin' at me |
Like I’m kinda nuts in the head, well who said I couldn’t be? |
Maybe I’m just kinda losing it |
People shovin' and pushin' me |
And that’s when I get pissed and I bottle up the anger and let it |
(Hook) |
Bang |
With the shit that’s in your brain |
No more hidin' now, no games |
Let it all out and just say it |
Let it bang |
Show ‘em all that you never playin' |
And if they all don’t feel your pain |
Then you better load up and aim |
And let it bang |
Yo I gotta be on top to see the spot for me, I’m top three in the lottery, (aye) |
Stoppin' me is obviously a mockery, plottin' seems you not agree, (yeah) |
This game is not a job for me |
It outta be the greatest thing apart of me |
Kinda like pottery, an art to me |
So follow me and copy me in harmony, (bitch) |
I’m up in a rage |
Like a lunatic on the verge of insane |
Got a mother fuckin' dictionary buried inside of my brain |
You don’t want me flippin' the page |
On anybody tryna spit on my grave |
It’s pitiful, bitches make minimum wage |
Ridiculous talkin' that shit on my name |
I’m a national treasure like Nicholas Cage |
I’m back with a different approach |
No longer needed to break my bones to make you happy |
‘Cause after this, you can suck a dick |
I’m out on my own |
‘Cause that’s all she wrote |
No mother fuckers ever really gonna get to me |
I’m better than you know |
But I’m not gonna let it all go |
I’m just gonna load this microphone up and let it |
(Hook) |
Bang |
With the shit that’s in your brain |
No more hidin' now, no games |
Let it all out and just say it |
Let it bang |
Show ‘em all that you never playin' |
And if they all don’t feel your pain |
Then you better load up and aim |
And let it bang |
Hold up |
Let that shit right out of your head, I won’t |
Fold up |
When there’s something I have said, I’m like |
Hold up |
I can’t lay this shit bed, ‘cause I get |
Rolled up |
In all the shit that I’ve been fed, and I’m like |
Hold up |
I don’t care what you have said |
All these rumors and these threats |
Never leavin' me upset, and like I’m |
Hold up |
You don’t know what I have did |
Just to make it in this bitch |
And I would do this all again because |
Fuck the world and get an STD |
I’ll be DVD’ed on your TV screen |
I’m an evil gen-ius |
You mother fuckers better believe what y’all see in me |
If I need to be a little creepy, please |
I’ll do whatever it takes just like TMZ |
And if you really wanna get a fuckin' piece of me |
You can’t tame me, I’m not your P-E-T, I’m just |
A little bit psychotic, yeah |
Demonic? |
maybe, I don’t know, why? |
You really wanna know if I’m crazy? |
Didn’t I explain that shit on the other side |
Of this album, fuck, who cares |
I guess we all get little bit nuts sometimes |
But if I hear that chainsaw go (vrin vrin) |
Then you better know it’s time, ‘cause |
I’m not no specialist |
But in hip hop I like perfectionists |
Meaning if there’s something you need to say, then you say it |
No matter how complex it is |
It’s like the Exorcist |
This demon in me just wants to see if he’s meant for this |
I got an extra clip |
In case a mother fucker wanna go and fuck with me |
I’ll load up and I’ll let it |
(Hook) |
Bang |
With the shit that’s in your brain |
No more hidin' now, no games |
Let it all out and just say it |
Let it bang |
Show ‘em all that you never playin' |
And if they all don’t feel your pain |
Then you better load up and aim |
And let it bang |
With the shit that’s in your brain |
No more hidin' now, no games |
Let it all out and just say it |
Let it bang |
Show ‘em all that you never playin' |
And if they all don’t feel your pain |
Then you better load up and aim |
And let it bang |