Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shut Up, artist - Lunar C. Date of issue: 16.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Shut Up |
| Mash |
| One Punch Willy |
| They’re looking like food to me, a battling ship got a lunchbreak |
| I pray on them like a Sunday, fuckface |
| I’ve got no chill, people knew my name but I was broke still |
| The bars were outstanding but so was my phone bill |
| I came back twice as fat as before |
| Smoked a dab and recorded this verse sat on the floor |
| And there’s still dumb bastards that call rapping a sport |
| I don’t have any flaws, I don’t know what I’m practicing for |
| I got bigger than Godzilla, not even God’s iller |
| You’ve been tryna take my spot since I was a lot thinner |
| Pussy, I’ve had more hot dinners than you’ve had hot dinners |
| On your couch with your bitch on my lap like a dogsitter |
| Tell them I’m back on my shit again |
| I’ve been cold since you was reading Mr. Men |
| Back when Crazy Titch gave that taxi driver fifty pence |
| I’ll whoop you like you’re my son, look I’m not one of your little friends |
| They’re lying if they say they’re rhyming nicer than me |
| Big fuck off dirty dead fly on my tee |
| Don’t get tied up and thrown in my cellar |
| I’m from England, I don’t say words like homie and hella |
| My aura’s nothing less than godly |
| I’m better than everybody and I’ll never not be |
| Pussyhole’s disagree just to be different |
| So people don’t deserve a fucking opinion |
| Shut up and listen |
| Life’s fucked 'cause I’m winning |
| But still fucking the ugliest women |
| It’s a juxtaposition |
| I lift the belly up to adjust the position |
| Then get into a comfortable rhythm |
| Then leave, I’m not cuddling with them |
| You’ll never know if you need to ask |
| Any time could be your last |
| Fake killers with your lazy bars, tryna make a earner |
| So whether your lyrics are true or not, you’re getting away with murder |
| Spit into the camera like I’m 2Pac or Johnny Rotten |
| I live like I don’t know God is watching |
| Fuck your feelings, I ain’t got a conscience |
| I sold my soul and came back with my guitar like I’m Bobby Johnson |
| People tell me I’m a sicko |
| But my bitch loves me to death, she’s a black widow |
| I was tryna finish this verse but my friends rushed me |
| I’ll put your cat on a spin-cycle, something something wet pussy |
| They’re lying if they say they’re rhyming nicer than me |
| Big fuck off dirty dead fly on my tee |
| Don’t get tied up and thrown in my cellar |
| I’m from England, I don’t say words like homie and hella |
| My aura’s nothing less than godly |
| I’m better than everybody and I’ll never not be |
| Pussyhole’s disagree just to be different |
| So people don’t deserve a fucking opinion |
| Shut up and listen |
| They give it the biggen but I see through it |
| Don’t speak, do it, don’t speak, do it |
| Bring nothing to the table and you get DDTed through it to theme music, |
| don’t be stupid |