Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Iron Rose, artist - Cannibal Ox. Date of issue: 23.02.2015
Song language: English
Iron Rose |
| I’m a blood sucka |
| I feed on the souls of the dead MCs |
| As Mega burns your scrolls |
| I’m a petal from an iron rose |
| My kung-fu is the iron robe |
| I put you in an iron grave |
| I came up in an ocean with iron waves |
| Back-pedalling |
| All you haters let go of my metal wing |
| Clap with this metal thing |
| IGC, that’s my iron family |
| My kids are rough, they eat iron candy |
| My girl’s tough, she wears iron panties |
| I was born in an iron galaxy |
| You can act Sir. |
| William |
| My favorite rock band is Iron Maiden |
| I wrote these raps on iron pages |
| Blacks hate the prisons with iron cages |
| When you speak to the king |
| Address that man as the Iron Sheik |
| We got higher heights to reach |
| Advance the concrete with iron feet |
| We came from hard times with natural disasters |
| Trying to avoid the bullet, chit-chat, and health hazards |
| Since knitting caps and no laces |
| He was rocking it, bopping it, Northface pockets |
| Record papers, evade chases |
| When everybody tryin' to laugh to the bank from places |
| With hard chemicals, regards measuring |
| (Motion) treasuring (moments) |
| We made it through hard shit like fish with large fins |
| The hearts of men, enlightening silence |
| Writing iron scripts, escaping dark dazes |
| Hearts at play, been at enough ledges |
| For crying loud and still got rough edges to iron out |
| Praying, never lying down |
| Got it now waddles be trying to wow |
| We apply integrity with her passion |
| Times heated like the Serengeti |
| Can’t stay still, it’s better when it happens |
| Don’t get dried in |
| From the frying iron, for lying again |
| And die trying while crying |
| Just a suggestion |
| Just to question what he told him |
| Couldn’t hold him from rolling the Western war like a golden golem |
| God bless the soul, man |
| Oddly dressed old man |
| With fresh kicks, broham |
| The freshest slowest jam |
| Ride a iron horse |
| With eyes wide cross |
| Let off, the side iron |
| Trying to guide the lost |
| Iron clad and rhymin' |
| At the droppin' of a diamond |
| Filthy metal fingers get it poppin' like a hymen |
| At first she said no, her iron was low |
| He had to go, get back to mining iron for dough |
| Flow with an iron tongue |
| Spit words from an iron lung, where flung |
| Who gives a flying turd or iron dung |
| A chunky jewel bracelet |
| The width of a lion’s wrist |
| Metal faced scientist |
| Rule with an iron fist |