Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Until Yer Dead, artist - Snak the Ripper. Album song White Dynamite, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: STEALTH BOMB
Song language: English
Until Yer Dead |
Yo, I’mma' be brief, let me tell you how I’m livin' |
I be finna' criminal the life that I was given |
Shit ain’t easy bein' poor, just try’na stay driven |
The sins I’ve commited probably never be forgiven |
The bills are piling up, you can hear it if you listen |
That’s the sounds of all the opertunities I’m missin' |
My record label think that I don’t need a pot to piss in |
Don’t be suprised if you hear that Scott got sent to prison |
Cause' I’m feeling kind’a fed up with my current situation |
My currency is low, like the level of my patience |
Pacing round the crib thinking bout' doing something rash |
Like, calling you for drugs and snatching up your fuckin' stash |
Pokets never deep, got me crazy for the cash |
Show me a beat and watch it get completely fuckin' smashed |
Tryin’a focus on these obstacles and go and obtain |
But, not a grain of motivation left inside my brian |
I’ve lost control and I don’t know if I can get it back again |
My heart is cold and black and probably be like that until the end |
I realise your lies are just disguised to get inside my head |
Look in my eyes, I’ll be screaming «fuck yer life» until you’re dead |
I’ll stab your wrist sockets, for try’na dig into my pockets |
The game to the bitch clones and dick jockers |
With flip-phones and wrist watches |
Fuckin around with me will leave you prone to voo-doo and witch-doctors |
We some shit-talkers, but you know we walk the walk |
Every watch has gotta' stop at twenty after for a glock |
If you don’t like the way I rap then you can suck my cock |
Like an oral can of four to score motherfuckin' rock-s-s-s-s |
This is music for the lowlifes, dirtbags and those types |
That understand I’m just tryin’a expand my green like grow lights |
Flows that are so tight, they make your head explode like |
The tyre on an old bike, ridden by an old dyke |
Vocabulary’s scarier and hairier than a pitbull terrier |
Just tryin’a fuck the game, you go ahead and marry her |
Cause' when I’m done, easy, take her out back and bury her |
This is the disease, and, you are now the carrier |
I’ve lost control and I don’t know if I can get it back again |
My heart is cold and black and probably be like that until the end |
I realise your lies are just disguised to get inside my head |
Look in my eyes, I’ll be screaming «fuck yer life» until you’re dead |