Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Play the Matador (redo), artist - P.O.S. Album song Ipecac Neat, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
I Play the Matador (redo) |
A’ight the damage to your ego is unprecedented |
Left you on the step like bite the curb |
Split your face and left your skull indented |
Your bubbling brain bounds with ideas to avenge you sickness |
Trivial say «hella» still you’re talking and fill your head with your minimum |
With your thoughts of air |
Injected via syringe |
As deadly vandals told us all |
That failure is the best revenge |
So, stop trying |
You passed, you aced that test |
Quit drumming your number 2 pencils |
And instead just use this as your personal best |
Your machine battery |
I’m an AC adapter with a DC switch |
We burn calories |
You drink big shakes with them feces which |
Not trying to change that fucking style up |
But bulls need the wall of matadors |
Gotta battle when they get called up |
And I have, had and was and forever will be |
A promise of stress I sever competitive simply |
Yo, pierce the 6; |
let’s keep the whisper brief |
Get the Swiss army CD case |
Poking over the teeth |
I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop |
A matador chasing bull in a China shop |
A matador chasing bull in a China shop |
One plate breaks, another gets put right in it’s place |
I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop |
A matador chasing bull in a China shop |
A matador chasing bull in a China shop |
One plate breaks, another gets put right in its place |
When glass recommendation takes its toll |
I’m like the Incredible Hulk like |
«Oh the anger, it’s taking control!» |
I get all big and green, they change green |
Green with envy |
I change the scene from people who’ve seen |
With ripping through heads of the empty |
This town is fill with a hundred billion clones |
And clones and so on |
Fan base with you friend face |
But it turns into head case |
Ah, it’s fu qua like muddy waters after that truck hit |
They pulled the first aid kit |
And took turns turning the tourniquet |
But it still bleeds, trading shiny shit for their needs |
Trying to crap this pressure cracks |
Red flags on dirty deeds |
I play the Toro Toro game for substance |
For something to do |
The bigger the bull, I figure them all |
Forgettable figurines that I can just break |
Through, bust a pulse in on these crews |
And shitty cities, I kitty kitty them feline fools |
Treat them cats like them cats treat cats in Gummo] |
In binary code I leave them 0010 |
Let it slide the first time |
I killed it all as sophomore |
I stay away from beef |
Like vegan straight-edge, hardcore |
Want more? |
In a couple a minutes I’m leaving 'em dead |
I love redheads so I take razor blades to foreheads |
Exacto! |
Glass prov? |
like uno stacko |
When the bull is on parade |
Got em feeling betrayed |
Making more noise in the back of your throat |
Than Billy Bob did in Sling Blade |
Okay |
I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop |
A matador chasing bull in a China shop |
A matador chasing bull in a China shop |
On plate breaks, another gets put right in it’s place |
I feel like a matador chasing bull in a China shop |
A matador chasing bull in a China shop |
A matador chasing bull in a China shop |
One plate breaks, another gets put right in it’s place |
bull in a china shop from EPO |
Medium ice rod (A matador-dor-dor) |
Cecil otter of course (A matador-dor-dor) |
My man |
Beatiful lobby gorgeous (A matador-dor-dor) |
My man dibs |
The whole odd jobs of course (A matador-dor-dor) |
The main squad (A matador-dor-dor) |
Cancer (A matador-dor-dor) |
Huh, everybody I forgot |