Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Salami, artist - Spose. Album song Peter Sparker, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Preposterously Dank Entertainment
Song language: English
Salami |
I’m Peter Sparker, Spider-Man sent me |
He does know Spider-Man! |
He’s cool |
(Knowing Spider-Man does not make him cool!) |
I’m the broke moocher you don’t wanna wake up with |
(But on mics?) I’m realer than some A-cup tits |
(Alright) It’s like I found out the weed is my first cousin |
‘Cause after I get it, we break up quick |
They say I don’t measure up, I got more lines than a yardstick |
You’re just trying to make out with a whip, you’re a carcass |
(Spizzy) 1, 2, 3, I went to preschool |
Tell me what’s new to brag about so I can be cool |
I lay lower than the bassline’s dealer |
‘Cause the humbugs numb in their great-rhyme-feelers |
You can play «Whose snapback’s tealer» |
I’m just trying to put it into words |
You should get some v-necks, some Kleenex |
You all look crestfallen, get back to yes y’all-in' (Yes y’all) |
Still hungry, as a kid I wasn’t fed right |
My clique so ill, I’m browsing hospital websites |
I’m going ham, I don’t think that you noticed |
‘Cause there’s so much bologna all over the focus |
(Yo yo) A couple more yos |
I’m going spam, I don’t think that you noticed |
‘Cause you got salami all over the camera, the camera |
Yo, delete your Facebook to it |
My peep’s teeth are looking like the Bruins: black and yellow |
I’ve been revered by a jury of my peers |
‘Cause I’ve rapped like I’m under oath my whole career |
It’s not a novelty or comedy, because I’m into honesty |
And modesty, and never did a robbery |
Hmm, you got the clip that goes «boom?» |
How many cylinders in it when your whip goes «vroom?» |
Because I could give a fucking fuck |
I’m overseas with my speech, like beach cover-ups |
To you rhymers that are lying, saying nothing much |
To you vaginas, I’m a C-Section, I’m a cut above |
I open up a beer, check my Gmail |
Treat beats like a cheap version of a therapist |
Look, I’ve had it up to here, like a seashell |
Crumbs of the cannabis on a can of Sierra Mist |
Please, my rap steez different |
I got guitars wailin' like a Japanese fisherman |
Plus I got all my words pronounced |
I’m no pretender, a defender of the herbs and clowns |
I put it down |
Actually… you put the mic down |
I’m going ham, I don’t think that you noticed |
‘Cause there’s so much bologna all over the focus |
Put your hands up, put your hands up (15 more yos) |
Put your hands up, put your hands up |
I’m going spam, I don’t think that you noticed |
‘Cause you got salami all over the camera, the camera |
Somebody say P. Dank! |
Somebody say P. Dank! |
Lester, we don’t often think of Maine and royalty in the same sentence |
But tonight, I am reporting on «The King of Maine» |