Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Disasters , by - Non Prophets. Song from the album Hope, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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) |