Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song NEOSPORiN , by - Sean Price. Song from the album Metal Detectors, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.03.2018
Record label: Duck Down, Ruck Down
Song language: English
NEOSPORiN |
| I’m most certainly the black Ron Burgundy |
| You’re irking me |
| Street surgery |
| I’m putting bullets in your perjury |
| Hollow tip mercery |
| Everyone’s here for one purpose |
| And that’s to hear vocabulary Hercules |
| I’m drop dead handsome |
| I’m about to hold the rap game for randsome |
| Spitting like giving Judas a handgun |
| I’m drawing bullets on paper |
| I hope you’re hearing me because if I can’t shoot him for real I shoot him |
| lyrically |
| Respect me or easily die, I’m life misery |
| A speck in the media’s eye, a public enemy |
| I’m fire in your pubic hairs |
| I make Rubik’s Cube music |
| The masters listen to it like a souvenir |
| Deeper than some scuba gear |
| Treat bad bitches like last year |
| I paint a perfect picture with blank stares |
| Illa Ghee I’m like «The Blair Witch Project» |
| I come to your hood and blare a bitch from the projects |
| Rotten with those metal objects |
| The object’s to be objective |
| My talking is the smartest hardest nonsense |
| Rolling dice with convicts |
| Sexy something under armpits |
| The nick bags I sell is blue and orange |
| I’ll body any rapper, I have to it’s that important |
| I’m here to heal rap music boy, I’m Neosporin |
| On the job extortions |
| Living amongst the misfortunate |
| They say my rap flow is like abortion |
| Kids |
| Nowhere to run nowhere to hide, listen |
| Step in my world you’re gonna die, feel me |
| You get in this car you better ride homie, ride out |
| I’ma kick down the door until I’m inside, check it |
| Nowhere to run nowhere to hide, listen |
| Step in my world you’re gonna die, feel me |
| You get in this car you better ride homie, let’s go |
| I’ma kick down the door until I reside, uh-huh |
| Uh, that’s the shit I don’t like |
| Way your face look I will alter your Walter Cronkite |
| Sean writes stupid shit, yellow bus status |
| Metal pluck bastards, I will never tuck ratchets |
| I ball out blazing, when the four’s out banging |
| Mind changing, I’ll change your mind when the god aiming, P! |
| Trust in allah but tying my camel |
| I’ll fuck up your jaw when I fly off the handle |
| Peace ock I hock a piece of meat off your face with a gymstar go on a date |
| Nigga, match made in heaven |
| He was a good boy, that’s the catchphrase of reverend |
| I clap things at bredren |
| Tap his pockets, no chips |
| Got my own money dummy, I’m just for the kill bitch |
| Sean Insane in the brain |
| Breakback rap, Bruce Wayne verses Bane, nigga |
| Spread a name like butter I utter Jesse James |
| Pound the pussy of a sexy dame |
| Voilaters feel a hefty flame |
| I’m like a heavy chain |
| One squeeze to your thinker I’ll leave a heavy stain |
| Flow committed suicide a couple years ago |
| Then it returned with a loosie and some indigo |
| Still bag a dime inside a Pinto |
| I’m roughly gentle |
| My lyrics feeling like I’m pushing kids up out the window |
| I am the symbol of a knife to your temple |
| I make the toughest tremble |
| Fuck is you niggas into? |
| I rock songs, box a few niggas and kept my watch on |
| Mathematic music is movies so get your popcorn |
| I bang on the popular, weak, strong or otherwise |
| Cringe and the lyrics I’m speaking 'cause I don’t socialize |
| Focus I will bury the rhythm |
| I build prisms |
| I don’t cut motherfuckers I clip 'em |
| I’m Blake Griffin |
| Nowhere to run nowhere to hide, listen |
| Step in my world you’re gonna die, feel me |
| You get in this car you better ride homie, ride out |
| I’ma kick down the door until I’m inside, check it |
| Nowhere to run nowhere to hide, listen |
| Step in my world you’re gonna die, feel me |
| You get in this car you better ride homie, let’s go |
| I’ma kick down the door until I reside, uh-huh |