Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chemistry, artist - Ondubground. Album song Ondubground X Chill Bump, in the genre ДабDate of issue: 20.10.2018
Record label: Odgprod
Song language: English
Chemistry |
| Move back mother fucker. |
| This a Homicide scene |
| Can’t count the bodies and the horror’s I’ve seen |
| Anyone can get it if they’re not on my team |
| Fuck New or old school — I’m a Colombine teen |
| Polystyrene — Rappers crack and crumble |
| If I smell a bit of pride then I’ma snatch it from you |
| You can’t really rap then start acting humble |
| I put gats to your trap and make rappers mumble |
| You think you got mean swag and seem bad? |
| My sack can’t fit in your slim jeans — my jeans sag |
| Finna slap a rapper while his team dab |
| He can’t react like paraplegics getting tea-bagged |
| Fall back |
| We stepped in here holding our ball sacks |
| Rappers got swag but ain’t all that |
| Where the fuck all that tough talk at? |
| Time to talk back ! |
| Cause… |
| We ain’t playing x4 |
| I know you barely know me |
| Not your average master of ceremony |
| These rappers hate me, but fear me low key |
| They keep repeating all my rhymes like a karaoke |
| Catch me backstage where the air is smokey |
| Where there’s OE and where these daring hoes be |
| Where’s your girl at? |
| You never know G |
| You gone find me? |
| You gone fight me? |
| yeah, we gone see… |
| I’m with your chick in third base. |
| Dick in her face |
| Wet fingers in between her miniature waist |
| I’m bout to slide up in your kiddies birthplace |
| While you’re working at the office with Ricky Gervais |
| Cause you’re a sack of shit. |
| Your daughter snapped a pic |
| She begged me for a selfie and I autographed her tits |
| Me and your sister made a pornographic flick |
| We bout to meet up with your moms and have an orgie after this cause… |
| We ain’t playing x4 |
| Scratchs: |
| The scene’s in a sick state, there’s tedious click bait |
| All these tedious trends that the media dictates |
| Rapper tools on who they get people to fixate |
| Somebody dies their hair and all your penis' inflate |
| Journalists can suck a mountain of dicks |
| This album’s the shit — and you ain’t wrote about the shit yet? |
| Recognize that I’ma beast or I’ma pounce at your neck |
| You fucking clowns… don’t deserve an ounce of respect |
| But yet we bound to keep rocking |
| If thousands keep flocking |
| If the crowds keep copping all these albums we dropping |
| If the power cuts out, we’ll be out their beat-boxing |
| Leaving ennemies screaming out «how do we stop em ?» |
| Fall back |
| We stepped in here holding our ball sacks |
| Rappers got swag but ain’t all that |
| Where the fuck all that tough talk at? |
| Time to talk back cause… |
| We ain’t playing x4 |
| Sample: |
| United we stand. |
| Divided we fall |
| Divided, the dark ages return |
| United, we can save and guide the world |