Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blood Shake, artist - Salmo. Album song Midnite, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.04.2013
Record label: Tanta Roba Label
Song language: English
Blood Shake |
| Dead niggas on the premises I sin yeah |
| Zulu nigga with a motherfucking thin spear |
| I’ve been clear get yo' fucking ass in here |
| The shit niggas talk don’t impress cos' I’ve been there |
| I’ve done that motherfuckers best to run back |
| Slap yo self' and get your cunt checked |
| Cos' niggas don’t bust like us |
| Don’t crush like us |
| Sniff a little dust and I feel buff like buzz |
| You ain’t ready for this nigga Balotelli |
| Pelli Pelli getting sweaty |
| Cos I’m freakin' with your favorite baby |
| You got a rain check I came to bring the pain back |
| Rough neck swinging with the motherfuckin' cane back |
| Yes we’ve been endorsed by four horsemen of course awesome |
| Never lost to first caution I floss often like I’m Mark Boss I’m cautious |
| Yeh, now head banging to you’re nauseous |
| See when I come in I’m sweating like the running man |
| Game of deaths Skits V got the upper hand |
| My body check turns your body to a bloody wreck |
| You and your girlfriends yeah your buddy’s next |
| Blood thirsty I stalk with the full clip |
| Walk my dog after dark when the moons lit |
| I follow footprints equipped with a tool kit |
| Its clockwork when my mood shift is Kubrick |
| I pump a fool with a lethal dosage watch their eyeballs pop out like harlequin |
| ichtyosis |
| Try to trespass my yard full of deadly Dobers |
| I wash the blood from their fur with some head and shoulders |
| Cold case no trace come through |
| Chopping off heads with the machete crew |
| Way too hard for the hit list |
| So I take down the stars on my shit-list |
| Vicious |
| Ciao Bella it’s the English-Dutch fella |
| You know its rain of terror when we collab together |
| You’re light as a feather |
| Break under pressure |
| Off the fucking charts man you can’t even measure |
| Join the adventure we out for the treasure |
| Heads get severed its all my pleasure |
| Its doomsday so we melt down the cheddar |
| You know Dopey Rotten as the nutty professor |
| Never will I give up I will be here forever |
| Chop you up body parts in the blender |
| Never surrender I always remember |
| Gone til November you’ll find me in Denver |
| Big up Maurizio it’s a joint venture |
| You get dismembered no first time offenders |
| Your world of pain has just ended |
| No you won’t survive because your chances are slender |
| Toc, toc, sono io, il tuo incubo peggiore |
| Billy The Kid del beat |
| Lirico squarciagole |
| Sono il king come Nat Cole |
| Finchè lo ripeto ti convinci che ho ragione |
| Dovrei aprirti gli occhi ma sei nato verme |
| Invertebrato inerme |
| La tua vita è finta dietro sembra che hai lo sfondo verde |
| Bella questa festa di merda |
| E la tua testa è un paracadute |
| E se non te la apro a che serve? |
| Dovrei cercare un alibi |
| La vita cambia in fretta esattamente come cambio gli abiti |
| Non ti fidar di me qualsiasi cosa capiti |
| Perché chi va con lo zoppo parcheggia al posto dei disabili |
| Dio mi parla nel sonno dice dividi le masse |
| Chiede se i politici pagano mai le tasse |
| Per lo show chiama 3 volte 6 |
| Per il flow non serve translate |
| Shake, shake, shake your blood |