Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fun House, artist - Robbie GDate of issue: 05.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fun House |
| Get ready the sets heavy, we drop hits |
| Most talked about, you walk around and gossip |
| Has he signed to the team, rhyme supreme |
| With a divine intervention, remembering that my mind is key |
| I finally got Mad, Rob, PRev and Moka jumping on |
| While the rest making pop tracks and blowing bubblegum |
| Know where I’m coming from? |
| Yeah the land of the lost |
| From Canada demanding that you hand over the spot |
| Number one title rap victory is imminent |
| Fuck the game up; |
| take its virginity and innocence |
| What you’re witnessing is rhyme mastery |
| So fly I defy gravity, my mind is high naturally |
| Still I roll another coner, know that I’m a stoner |
| All day everyday I’m smoking marijuana |
| Open up a pound and start with the best buds |
| Swollen Members in the house, you down to party then get up |
| It’s the Fun House |
| Come see what it’s about |
| When the smoke clears out |
| People runnin' around |
| Like a chicken with their head |
| Chopped off on the ground |
| Swollen Members, Robbie G |
| And yeah we runnin' it now |
| Burnin' it down |
| Come see what it’s about |
| It’s the Fun House |
| Got the people runnin' around |
| Like a chicken with their head |
| Chopped off on the ground |
| Swollen Members, Robbie G |
| And it’s the ultimate sound |
| Post-mortem ghost in the mirror reflective image clear |
| Separated from the body, talking heads the voice is clear |
| Warning from the quarantine the morning never rises here |
| Constantly the darkness like a harbor full of red mist |
| Death wish, whispers in the hallway the dead drift |
| I’m equipped with spears and whips for grave robbers and derelicts |
| My narrative is perilous, parallel universe shift |
| Cause a time rift and rip a hole through spatial fabric |
| Heart rate skip a beat, repeated like it’s automatic |
| This is simply problematic, I can solve the riddle with |
| Incantation that I’m speaking loudly while the candles lit |
| Floor boards covered with a symbol like an ancient crypt |
| It’s not surprising, my uprising writhing |
| Sorta like a serpent when my fangs made for biting |
| The poison flow, slow and before you know |
| You go to a place where fiery gates glow yo! |
| My brain is terrible, Canadian werewolf |
| Compare me to shady with the crazy variables |
| Voice is like a bullfrog, snappin' like a bullwhip |
| Emptyin' a full clip, I’m sick of all the bullshit |
| Never growin' up I’m always acting ridiculous |
| Smashin' bitches on the road I call it snappin' a chicken head |
| Was chillin' out but now I’m back in the thick of it |
| Making money from this game I’m laughin' like I was ticklish |
| I’ll eat a rapper like a pickled dish |
| Or a fuckin' stick of licorice, every lines meticulous |
| Observe vividly, firing word wizardry |
| Spit like I talk vividly, angry with off imagery |
| I’m not crazy that’s just unbalanced chemistry |
| Dumb talent menacing like I’m gulping Hennessy |
| You don’t understand the crazy lyrics that this dude brings |
| Unfortunately tortured in my mind with crazy mood swings |