Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warlords & Immortals, artist - Ramson Badbonez. Album song Silva Surfa, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boot
Song language: English
Warlords & Immortals |
the headlines |
Read all about it, now! |
Newsflash, shit’s going down! |
Snipers on the rooftop, duck from the gunshot |
Pow! |
Silva Surfa in the house |
Take a note |
Fuck with Brimstone you’ll be left for dead |
Shake your skull |
Hear your pea brain rattle in your head |
Chatting on the internet |
Like you’re lacking intellect |
I’ll be all up in it getting politically incorrect |
Non-PC, I’m a Mac |
Vanilla willy |
Your CD sounds whack, Milli Vanilli |
Dead in the middle of Piccadilly |
Little did he know he was dealing with Badbonez |
And Brimstone Billy |
The Silva Surfa, cinematic with wordplay |
Guillotine rap, chop your head off in the worst way |
You call the Red Cross, administer the first aid |
for these first years on the first day |
It’s a new term of Galaxy High |
I turn your school into Columbine, popping a 9 |
Like a carbonated bottle of wine |
Getting silly with the heavy artillery |
Colossal in size |
A psychotic robot in disguise, transforming |
The Megatron, plot your demise |
Take caution |
My head is gone, lobotomised |
Brainstorming |
Chloroform the dorm and corner store |
Computer rise, iRobot, nanotech bugs |
Helicopter, big guns, tailing me in high pursuit |
Sniper on the roof, they shoot |
Squeezing their triggers until death comes |
To shower them with the power of 10 suns |
Fuck your criteria |
Wipe your posteria |
Rifle shot |
Isn’t much |
Widen perimeters |
Atom bombing all this illy dally |
'Carry On' shit |
Suck my dick as your planet rocks |
It’s horrifying how the bodies are piling |
No body wanna die when I break loose off Monster Island |
Where the wild things are, that’s why I’m wiling |
Violent |
Destroy lives like white lines did |
Petri dish, mad scientist hybrid |
Eating fish at the Ritz, high class dining |
See no blip on the radar, can’t find him |
Black ops in helicopters far behind him |
Spark the I with Galaktus and Magneto |
Chicks in miniskirts dancing like people |
Billy did his work sparring, my hands lethal |
Sweet sweetback Mario Van Peebles |
Instant regeneration! |
Flickering monkey brains |
It’s a sticky situation |
Virtual simulation, interdimensional affiliation |
Top notch with hot rods, I swing the baton |
Crack the sun, surfers circling the rings of Saturn |
Catch a portal and that’s formal |
Caught in a paranormal roller coaster of warlords and immortals |
I stuff your torso in a cabinet, dismantling, also |
The flooring is all laminate |
Busted water mains, damp walls and raw sewage |
I’m blazing plenty Ls, chocolate thai and tulips |
The air settles |
Rare rebel, hunting the green hornet and the daredevil |
Bombing skyscrapers, dropping elevator cables |
Readings are off the chart and my gamma ray’s unstable |
Stolen aircraft, red stars and massive asteroids |
The latest shock in the magazines and tabloids |
the headlines |
Read all about it, now! |
Newsflash, shit’s going down! |
Snipers on the rooftop, duck from the gunshot |
Pow! |
Silva Surfa in the house |