Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stun Gun Stickup , by - ¡MAYDAY!. Song from the album Believers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.07.2013
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Stun Gun Stickup |
| Yeah |
| Stun gun stickup |
| Stun gun stickup |
| Stun gun stickup |
| Can’t use your weapons, no flexin', that steel is rust around here |
| Ask the right questions and then make sure to stay clear |
| Ain’t got no message, no bredren, no tears for all my peers |
| Fireworks for them higher works, or them dieters are in fear |
| You can’t contest with this next shit |
| I’m a traveler ahead of my years |
| My perspective is septic |
| And it’ll burn right through your veneers |
| Disrespect it and get checked with |
| That style everybody wanna hear |
| Your developments arrested, then invested |
| And these sounds we commandeer |
| Steer clear of the fake shit |
| Drown 'em all, all around these bases |
| I’m a cynic and I lost my patience, world’s too invasive |
| Kill 'em all, cook 'em raw |
| No hand-outs if their hands are gone |
| Prop me off to go sing them songs |
| And I’m jumping sharks next to the Fonz |
| This tenant’s gone, took rent and all |
| You ain’t a landlord, you’re the super |
| I’m a dragon, stabbin' at your woman’s wagon, King Koopa |
| And it’s hoopla, but I’m pretty sure you’re leaving here with sutures |
| We the Morse-code, you the short joke |
| We force close and reboot ya |
| Used the future plan, famine |
| Made me change the plan, fuck 'em |
| Been a ruckus to Rikers |
| Light 'em up til these eggs spill from these lighters |
| Tight wires over man-made fires |
| And the flames are getting higher |
| Should I jump? |
| Turn around once? |
| Or stick 'em all up with my brand new stun gun? |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| This is a stun gun stickup! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hit the decks! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| This is a stun gun stickup! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| This is a stun gun stickup! |
| Capture vats of alabaster from these chapters |
| P.T. |
| Barnum, Bailey master |
| Punch the wall, grab my balls, spit on any coming after |
| I heard your favorite rapper, he’s a corny ass disaster |
| His rhymes deserve a soapy lather, Penn State the bastard |
| Faster goin' plaster |
| Tar and feather up yo master |
| Blast a hole the size of Kansas |
| Where theses Snake and Bats will catch ya |
| Mind your head, your movements came and went |
| You crashed but left no dents |
| You left no evidence |
| And ever since the medic rinsed the blood off of my paws |
| It’s been better prints |
| Shit, it’s been heaven since I met a grinch down in the cellar stench |
| Liable to the vinyl so she presses every second inch |
| I’ll let her get Wrek in a pinch to see the eager beaver flinch |
| She a witch doctor, Octopussy, Bang Bang Boogie |
| Smokin' Doobie Howsers |
| No booby traps for cowards |
| Bark at an alpha dogs twice my size on off hours |
| Shoot for the stars with missiles and advanced firepower |
| Shower me with flowers, good God-damn, I’m so high |
| In a world where the guns are plenty so you man up or die |
| Well I guess this ain’t my cue because I can’t fold or fly |
| Huh, should I jump? |
| Turn around once? |
| Or stick 'em all up with my brand new stun gun? |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| This is a stun gun stickup! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| Hit the decks! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| This is a stun gun stickup! |
| Hey! |
| Hey! |
| This is a stun gun stickup! |