Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ions, artist - Shredders. Album song Shredders, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.07.2017
Record label: Doomtree
Song language: English
Ions |
Live from environments while iron eagles flyin' |
Metal pieces fired |
Heaving high into the evening |
Come and meet me |
Hunting season |
Numbered days |
I often wonder if that’s even odd |
Thesis: reason leaving |
Are you breathing? |
Right on, my god |
Bygones bygones |
Ions flaring |
Flying from the one that I’m on, sheesh |
Beyond neon |
I ride on nylon and bearings |
Write in krylon, «You're fucking with The Juggernaut» |
Why they, why they wanna go to war with them? |
Tin clad skin, grin made of porcelain |
Orbiting, I can spot 'em from the dorsal fin |
Ornament, waiting for the Metamorphosis |
Ain’t no Kafka, just some ca-ca from the demagogues |
Rocking with the Baphomets inside the Pentagon |
One push the button then we bye bye |
Bright eyes nigh nigh |
You play the sidline |
I break the game and make the highlight |
Whoa, here we go again |
Whoa, it’s always on ten |
Whoa, it’s always on ten |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Whoa, here we go again (and again) |
Whoa, it’s always on ten |
Whoa, it’s always on ten |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Been a brass-ball |
Bearing beast |
Ball-sack of gator |
Skin off the pavement, preach |
Barely great |
Crazy 88 Raiders |
Beating the fake |
Outta you fucks |
Bottoms up |
Bodies all over the place |
Beat the brakes |
Beat us and |
Beat the face, greasy lean |
See the teeth fleeing |
To the planet of the blamin' apes |
Feeding time |
Freedom fights |
Feed 'em fire |
Free to fry but pay the price |
Peter pipes we play through pain |
Drapes! |
Peace of mind, for piece of yours |
I’ll bring the blade |
Bring the boys |
Out of the yard |
I put 'em back in their milkshakes |
Cut slash dig |
Dumbin' up, domino |
Slam Dum dudda |
I’m just a city slick |
Son of a bitch |
Buck bash brick |
Do whatcha like |
A doo-wop diddy |
Don’t letcha britches |
Get too fuckin' big |
I’ll take the brag outta the docious |
Put it back in the bag |
Not your bruh, bruh |
Buddy, don’t call me guy |
You know what it is |
Glass on the outside |
Blood on the inside |
Something ain’t right |
Couldn’t think of any other way to hide |
Couldn’t be a better way to get away than die |
But we some big fans of life, and humbled |
And big fans of light, and tunnels |
It’s so sick man, got so sick’ning |
Quick goddamn man, something better get me |
Whoa, here we go again |
Whoa, it’s always on ten |
Whoa, it’s always on ten |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Whoa, here we go again (and again) |
Whoa, it’s always on ten |
Whoa, it’s always on ten |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Whoa-oh-oh |
Whoa-oh-oh |