Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rats Maze , by - Slaine. Song from the album The Boston Project, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 15.04.2013
Record label: Suburban Noize
Song language: English
Rats Maze |
| If it’s one thing I hate in this world homie it’s rat mazes |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop, damn |
| Up in front the dollar store stood the whore |
| She’s up to no good before |
| Walk into your crib high heels hitting the wooden floor |
| Sky across her abdomen, brown eyes shitty face |
| Cold so cold amongst the projects, city scapes |
| A fat man is fucking her his pop belly hangs |
| He wheezes when he breathes |
| Jesus she got fangs |
| She’s stranger than a stranger, she’s dangerous |
| She played Atari while old man smoked angel dust |
| Back as kids hanging on the bench of cracking bearing |
| Her boyfriend so crack he’s back to rack and tearing |
| She dropped out in the 10th grade but the sack a smack |
| And after that got kicked around like a hackey sack |
| Shit is a cold world for a girl |
| She never had a conscious she only had abortions |
| Beggars can’t be choosers |
| You eat shit in rationed portions |
| This is a story about a bitch back in Boston |
| If it’s one thing I hate in this world homie it’s rat mazes |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop, damn |
| Boston’s a good place to meet bad people |
| I can’t even explain that |
| The dangerous, the ruggedness |
| Depressin', Pathetic |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop, damn |
| Boston’s a good place to… bad people |
| Little man’s broke, plus his mom struggle with cold pops |
| An OG that ODed last screams made his veins freeze |
| On the southern smoked over chilling in his shoulder |
| Screwing in his lap he cooked his smack, gave us all a slap |
| From the greatest crap he died from a fatal zap |
| Besides that, his nesses is smoking rest |
| Far from blast, rising questions |
| For the one’s who’ll die next |
| Starring at the pie racks |
| Up in the projects watching his mom scrip the lighter |
| The pipe even tighter, she took a toke |
| Filled her lungs with smoke |
| Held until she chocked, and blew a cloud from her throat and spoke |
| Like this is the cope reason to cope and pour a C note |
| I purchase 5 20's with the money rip the plastic bag |
| Placed a rock on the glass, and yelled the second glass is strong |
| Drag the churk and rob the ash |
| Cough like an old hag like little man paces the bad |
| Praying for paces with the paces in Boston mass |
| If it’s one thing I hate in this world homie it’s rat mazes |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop, damn |
| Boston’s a good place to meet bad people |
| I can’t even explain that |
| The dangerous, the ruggedness |
| Depressin', Pathetic |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop, damn |
| Boston’s a good place to… bad people |
| Ayo, purp smoke blowing in her hair now she going hard |
| Door knockers on the air swimming slobbin oggs |
| Live on her knees but worship ain’t the purpose |
| She giving hat service, slurping niggas for purses |
| Open the closed curtains, she fucking everyday y’all |
| Clubbing every night different players on the radar |
| Smuther around the way y’all day long no stopping |
| Mels in and out the box she the post office |
| No dark physiques bitch pop and burnin |
| Fry a nigga wig Malcom X with his permin |
| Vermin, all in the apartment squirming |
| Dirty laundry, pow dishes no detergent |
| Words she done play a few, snooze and she 'll take your dough |
| Canari type for a wife can’t mistake the hoe |
| Got a couple nigga hit, round she don’t give a shit |
| Nothing new same old script just a different beat |
| If it’s one thing I hate in this world homie it’s rat mazes |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop, damn |
| Boston’s a good place to meet bad people |
| I can’t even explain that |
| The dangerous, the ruggedness |
| Depressin', Pathetic |
| Can’t stop, won’t stop, damn |
| Boston’s a good place to… bad people |