Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Disasters, artist - Non Prophets. Album song Hope, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 02.10.2003
Record label: LEX
Song language: English
Disasters |
On plane rides |
On train rides |
On bus rides |
You need to shut your kids the fuck up! |
(Word up) |
Trying to get some writing done on this mothafucker (I hate it) |
Haha… check it out |
Perhaps when I have one of my own, I’ll sing a new tune |
But this song is called «Disasters», its about your two year old |
I sing for a living in funeral homes, I don’t take requests |
Diss my sense of fashion all you want, I hate the way you dress |
How do you expect someone to take you seriously |
When its obvious the god you trust is hateful and inferior to me? |
«I'm kidding!» |
Really folks, who asked us to be modest? |
Thinking when you hear these jokes, you laugh just to feel smarter |
Women are cannon-fodder for the father of their bratty little disasters |
I brought it back a little bit, you see that? |
Give you a recap, before I recall it and recut it |
Relax and read more on every subject |
Beat back the natural urges that have surgeons attack fat persons |
Scalpels swervin' till the cellulite splattered on curtains |
Certain you’ve heard of me by now, that’s why you’re listening |
As I waste the most inopportune time to diss some things (like children) |
If you have one, cool! |
But don’t use kiddies as an excuse to make terrible music please |
I’ve got a mouth to feed too, and it lives on my face |
In a house that’s see-through and it’s your kid’s mom’s place |
Baby mamma drama blah blah blah |
I’ve got a problem but I’m not sitting on top of a barbarian chair |
With Rastafarian hair |
I fear no man with a hand full of scissors |
Cause I just cut him short in the shape of an animal less vicious, dig it |
I’m more dapper than Dan, and sadly? |
You’re more stupid like a van full of Pakistans at a Klan rally |
Where’s my daddy? |
Forget what the court of law says |
I cut my losses, I’m asking you who the fuck YOURS is! |
If I wanted to pick you up with a line |
It’d have a fish hook on the end of it and I’d stick it in your eye |
Fucking cry, baby |
Wipe your eye, baby |
I may have busted off a couple of times inside but that ain’t my… baby! |
Kickin' unoriginal flavors, dumb ish |
Like Jay-Z trying to impress chip fool with a tongue twist |
I diggity-done this, I diggity-done that |
I kiggity-kept the style in my arsenal thinking it will come back |
Now run that shit like wild potato chips |
Throw your hands up if you’re in a fucked up relationship |
Help me. |
fuck these kids up in the two seats behind me (waah…) |
(Yo Sage, that’s supposed to be an inner loop beat) |
I know that (disaster) |
I know that (disaster) |
I know that (disaster) |
I know that (disaster) |