Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ballskin, artist - MF DOOM. Date of issue: 22.03.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ballskin |
| The flow is towin, precision as a afro trim |
| All big letters but it isn’t no acronym |
| Smacked the thin grin off a chin for crack smokin |
| DDT the first bar, leave this track back broken |
| Chrome grown men doin business with anglo sax and them |
| Lackin swing but that banjo’s so relaxin |
| As the wax spin |
| Hackin axes in the wind pretend it’s just a pen |
| See if you could pencil em in |
| Tense, mention men their honor fenced in |
| Sensed it is tends |
| The wheels fall off, then it’s the end |
| Don’t get keelhauled in, Villain always been |
| Feel real genuine ballskin |
| Not to call the whole crowd out, it’s just a few chumps |
| And you know who you are like a shout out |
| Place em in your loud mouth and taste em like a pastry |
| Waste of space, face hastily, bow out gracefully |
| Disappear, reappear, disappear again |
| Villain not is «hair», he’s no Afro-American |
| If that’s the case, he be a bald-headed African |
| Takin all the credit and jetted, astro-travellin |
| Turn the man into a mannequin for Affleck-in |
| And bein tough actin, tinactin bluff jackin |
| He’s wears a mask so when he dawns his face |
| Each and every race, could absorb the bass |
| In the place to be |
| Don’t believe the hyperbole |
| It’s like a murder spree, get sniped verbally |
| Beat in the head with lead pipe languages |
| For street cred, leave em for dead, in anguishness |
| The slang suggest it was the guy in the glasses |
| And came to help the people with they minds in they a*ses |
| And set trippin, get a grip like Spaulding |
| These walls is thin, feel genuine ballskin |