Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Out the Speakers, artist - Panik. Album song Vinyl Edition Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.11.2003
Record label: Molemen
Song language: English
Out the Speakers |
| I roast niggas till they beg me change the subject |
| I write, arrange and publish |
| Brains in the street at point blank range in public |
| When I spit a round, like a semi-auto with a queasy clip |
| Meeting earl, leaving your back open like a hospital gown |
| You better bite more than The Lox to beat me |
| Who you fucking with been nice, since Christ was on a box of Wheaties |
| Let bitches ass cheeks peeled apart |
| Got pussy falling from the heavens, don’t know whether to fuck or build an Ark |
| Dragging his dicks, the antagonist dragon fisted with a .44 mag and a biscuit |
| With no religious, ethnic or racial exception |
| Squeezing off on niggas, with a nut busting facial expression |
| You’re a monopoly house in a volcano vicinity |
| I ain’t got shit to lose, except unlike you, my anal virginity |
| Let Juice catch bodies and I’m gonna catch the bitch |
| My trigger finger got a bad case of crabs now who wanna scratch the itch? |