Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Entertainment , by - Shredders. Song from the album Dangerous Jumps, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 02.11.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Entertainment |
| How you feeling? |
| What you looking at, huh? |
| Something so fly, someone you can not sum up |
| Doper than something someone could end careers with |
| Sicker than slipping sketchy shit into beers then |
| And them dudes get cut, no pass |
| Don’t come around, you won’t last |
| It’s a Minneap massacre |
| Last to the cab is a speed bump |
| Don’t flinch, don’t jump |
| And I don’t bump nothing but Sick Trim, nah |
| I slide past all the trash, gimme them |
| And I only drink gasoline, I only eat acid |
| Only eat candy-ass lives when they tragic |
| Only kill kids when they act hella savage |
| But actually average |
| Smash em laugh, it’s a blast |
| Snatch all the crap in your stash |
| Laugh with the cash and a match |
| And fuck your motives |
| And fuck what you working if that shit ain’t forward |
| We been on that, burn that shit if it ain’t soldier |
| And I am not about your bullshit |
| I am not about to worry, your insignificant feels big |
| I feel sick for your mother |
| I got some real shit for your lover |
| And you can not run with these ill motherfuckers |
| You cannot run with us |
| You cannot--you cannot run with us |
| Nah, you are a bummer |
| You cannot run with us |
| You cannot--you cannot run with us |
| You’ve been waiting for the fall all summer |
| Pick, pick, pick 'em out |
| While their little light flick, flick, flicker out, huh |
| What they so sick about? |
| Couldn’t understand what they wouldn’t wouldn’t figure out |
| Ay. |
| you stick em up before the blix, fill 'er up |
| Go around the town, swing the dick around |
| Sticking out like a hitchhiker |
| Ain’t a damn thing like him, how I live |
| All these little p-p-p-p-puppies so sick, little victims |
| Sick Trim evict 'em, ay |
| What you gonna say, sound man? |
| This whole stage my playground, man |
| One man band, animal |
| That’s the thing about him |
| Now that I think about it, damn I’m a fucking problem (ugh) |
| Damage done (yuh) but it’s fun |
| They always going for the pump fake and the data dump |
| Batter up, fan 'em, add 'em up, tally man |
| They’re slipping on their own yellow bellies |
| I tell what you it is, not what you want to hear from me |
| Not what you want to hear from me |
| But I won’t lie to you |
| Nah, I won’t lie to ya |
| Flow moving like a Ryu hadouken |
| Ah you knew it, how you doing? |
| yeah I’m pukin' |
| On the tube is the mind pollution |
| I’m the work around, sonic youth distribution |
| Is that soothing what I brought up? |
| They’ve got stupid in an armada |
| But we know no realer |
| Four gorillas sunk your whole flotilla, killa |
| You cannot run with us |
| You cannot--you cannot run with us (Shut 'em up) |
| Nah, you are a bummer |
| You cannot run with us (Shut 'em up, shut 'em up) |
| You cannot--you cannot run with us (They don’t bring they own light anyway) |
| You’ve been waiting for the fall all summer |
| Shut 'em up, shut 'em up |
| Yeah, shut 'em up |
| They don’t say shit anyway (You've been waiting for the fall all summer) |
| Ain’t nobody need that old way (Nah, you cannot run with us, you cannot run |
| with us) |
| They don’t bring they own light anyway |
| They don’t bring they own light anyway |