Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Screamer, artist - Pinch. Date of issue: 28.01.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Screamer |
| Rise up, mi ah di screamer |
| Dem know mi ah go send fi di eater |
| Mi rinse off mi gun right in front of Peter |
| True, mi ah di farrda, see me as a teacher |
| See me getting dark, I be cold like a freezer |
| Man wanna ask inna bloodclart feature |
| Mi bad like killer |
| Bun an informer, gun ah go squealer |
| Tell me who’s harder, tell me who’s realer |
| Boy, see mi larma? |
| That’s a skin peeler |
| And you are pussy like red hot |
| Pussy ah go bloodclart dead |
| Mi no care if you par with |
| Becuh mi badder than everyting in ya |
| Pussyholes can’t tek man fi idiot |
| You nuh see that? |
| Pussyhole, you can’t tek man fi idiot |
| Stop screaming |
| My yout, I’ll make the shots start streaming |
| Inna the war pot, fam, I put the beef in |
| Inna your bloodclart face, I put my feet in |
| Still getting better, couldn’t say that I was peaking |
| Nigga, I’m a boss ting, standing like a meek ting |
| I’mma bring the heat in |
| Lick it off, fam, I’mma beating |
| Leave a nigga breathing, fucked up, wheezing |
| Till you on the floor with your headtop leaking |
| Face all bruised up, throat cut, bleeding |
| Attila list, to me, that’s all pleasing |
| I’m seething |
| Too many idiot MCs tweeting |
| Half of these pussyholes don’t know the meaning |
| Half of these pussyholes don’t know the real ting |
| Yeah, that’s why I’m seething |
| Original badboy business |
| If dem ever try test my sound |
| Hey, soundboy, inna your blood, you will drown |
| Run out of dance, get run out of town |
| Mi ah real gunman, dem man are gun clown |
| If dem ever try test my sound |
| Hey, soundboy, inna your blood, you will drown |
| Run out of dance, get run out of town |
| Mi ah real gunman, dem man are gun clown |
| If dem ever try test my sound |
| Hey, soundboy, inna your blood, you will drown |
| Run out of dance, get run out of town |
| Mi ah real gunman, dem man are gun clown |
| If dem ever try test my sound |
| Hey, soundboy, inna your blood, you will drown |
| Run out of dance, get run out of town |
| Mi ah real gunman, dem man are gun clown |
| No frills, no airs, no graces |
| But I put copper inna soundboys' faces |
| Anytime, bare different places |
| Playing hard but I’m seeing that you fake it |
| No frills, no airs, no graces |
| But I put copper inna soundboys' faces |
| Anytime, bare different places |
| You playing hard but I’m feeling that you fake it |
| Man are hardback, could never break it |
| In a dance, man see me and hate it |
| Cause I go hard when I spit and I’m amazing |
| I start fires with the bars, I’m blazing |
| You can ask Ibi or Marc or Brazen |
| I get dark with the bars, no gazing |
| Old school nigga like a dancing |
| Original badboy business |
| Man like Pinch inna di place again |
| Riko Dan di London City Warlord inna di place again |
| Yes Pinch, badboy ting |