Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rasassination, artist - Ras Kass. Album song Rasassination (The End), in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
Rasassination |
| What, yeah yeah |
| 1−9-9−9, the «Waterproof» nigga |
| Y’all little faggot ass niggas, you always gotta fuckin' comment |
| Y’all like little bitches |
| I’ma pull your skirt up, fo' sho |
| You ain’t got enough calcium to have a bone to pick wit' me Like a gracie I choke a nigga out wit' his own gi On me, fuck they whole batallion |
| I’ll chop ya head off and wear ya skull like sophmore medallions, papi |
| I’m the one wit da million dolla' smile and three dollars to my name |
| Puttin black eyes in the game like mascara |
| Diabetic MC’s must think shit is sweet |
| These venomous techniques, I leave heat |
| A nigga gots to have it in these streets |
| Bubble eyed G-S on they teams wit beats |
| Screamin, «I'll make ya famous,» |
| Write my rhymes in alien and battle niggas in sign language |
| Cowards make a little cheese then enlarge |
| Artificially, like Pamela Anderson Lee’s double D’s, please |
| I’m bangin from Belize to Tel Aviv on the Red Sea |
| Racin' Saddam Hussein on Kawasaki jet ski’s |
| Walk holdin' my nuts, I don’t give a fuck |
| Spit some shit so nasty it’ll make Lil' Kim blush |
| Nigga, rasasanation’s the name |
| I’ma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain |
| See that’s wussup, only I don’t give a fuck |
| Spit some shit so nasty it’ll make lil' Kim blush |
| Nigga, rasasanation is the name |
| I’ma put it on a bullet, and put it in ya brain |
| Stay pussy as a pantha, puffin' a hav-a-tampa |
| Askin rappers, «What do you call a million rabbits |
| Walkin' backwards?» |
| (backround) A recedin' hairline |
| You shouldn’t be nervous though, cuz if I blow |
| I’ma buy ya record contrac, neva shoot a video |
| But realy though, is ya nice without rent-a-cars and hype? |
| (nope) |
| While me and my 12 homies, sip wine like Jesus Christ |
| Wit' super models bitin' on my ears like Mike Tyson on Fight night (Sho' ya right) |
| The dumb and dumber, my cats pack thunder |
| And I got mo' wraps than Mumra, mean green |
| Like that super hero with the lantern and ring |
| Then watch bootleg cable on a 60 inch screen |
| Champagne, greens, in 3d, while bastards out catchin' V.D.'s |
| See me easily givin' fools the finger like E. T We be rougher than callous (y'all faggots) |
| Sing a love ballad, then toss each other’s salad |
| Now welcome to the terrordome (fuckin maricones) |
| Hoes in the ozone, cell phones and clones it’s on Busta Rhymes said, «There's only 2 years left» |
| So nowadays I’m playin' russian roulette wit' a tech (ha) |
| Ghetto holocaust survivor, everyday |
| From the S. S stormtroopin P.D. |
| in L. A Tellin me bein' black on Saturday night is a felony |
| If ya name ain’t Michael Jordan or Bill Bellamy, you ass out (mash out) |
| Cause a lot of white people is racist that’s why I’m |
| Bustin' nuts in their teenage daughters faces, Homie |
| Cuz when it rains it pours, Got me wearin a six foot |
| Condom, screamin' «FUCK DA WORLD» |
| Makin' butterfly-ass niggas commit insecticide |
| Half god — 50% zilla — illa — my alphabet slitha across |
| Ouiji boards from the philla-gilla |
| Have dead niggas dancin around they graves like Thriller |
| Yeah, what, the «Waterproof», Stu’B’Doo on the track |
| Rhettmatic Beat Junkies on the scratch |
| Listen, all y’all niggas be having too much to say man |
| Y’all niggas can eat a fat big dick |
| If you’re pissed off you dying with your dick in your hand, guaranteed |
| All y’all bitch ass niggas |
| Trying to play me on the Liberaci Versace tip |
| I’ma catch you outside your mansion with a big four fifth |
| Rasassination |