Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Room Service , by - Tassho PearceRelease date: 13.10.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Room Service |
| How many MC’s wanna fuck with me? |
| Not many givin' a son to me |
| Might as well be living in my custody |
| 'Cause you a buster that’s just lookin' up to me, huh |
| Hut-one hut-two to the three, keep it moving like I’m bustin' from a mother |
| fucking uzi |
| Whichever one is in front of me when I bust 'cause he can be the first one to |
| cease |
| I’m inna top of the hip-hop inventing quicker than when he crossin |
| Offin' a hater man 'cause I’m stealing the scene |
| Imma leave me a MC |
| Kill 'em with ease |
| Similar to freeze on my nuts |
| Imma smoke y’all quicker than the trees that I puff *cough* *cough* |
| Leave our enemies in the dust |
| Debris and rust gone with the breeze when I bust |
| Rehearse it if you nervous |
| Immersive two word verses |
| Anybody with beef that surface |
| Please don’t come with weak ass verses |
| You heard Q’s cuts stay perfect |
| Ask yourself is it worth it |
| These dudes is too for certain |
| Bring it to your door |
| Room service |
| Droppin' a rhyme |
| Off of the top of the mind |
| Skin made of steel like Optimus Prime |
| I rush in like rhinosaurus |
| I will not miss |
| Get left with no pot to piss |
| Determined to claim my throne |
| With no concern for vermin, lames, and clones |
| Whole different plane that my brain is on |
| Came to change the game got the range to do it |
| Entertain with music |
| You claim you ruthless |
| What you spray in the studio I stay in the booth bitch |
| Paranormal experiment gone wrong and it’s most apparent when I’m tearing on a |
| song |
| Chillin' on an island but my name ain’t Gilligan |
| If Emirc get ill again you be hanging from a ceiling fan |
| Similar to venomous cobras |
| Killin' ya soldiers |
| Inna minute it’s over |
| Rehearse it if you nervous |
| Immersive two word verses |
| Anybody with beef that surface |
| Please don’t come with weak ass verses |
| You heard Q’s cuts stay perfect |
| Ask yourself is it worth it |
| These dudes is too for certain |
| Bring it to your door |
| Room service |
| Emirc be the next MC to blow |
| Choose a beat than proceed to flow |
| It’s funny to me |
| You’re not comin' with heat |
| How you thinking you keeping it close? |
| Your word don’t hold weight like a paper plate |
| I’m in the lab |
| We can work on Labor Day |
| Invisible Ink yeah we paved the way |
| Flip The Bird be the label that’ll make you say |
| «Damn I gotta stop sippin' on that Haterade» |
| They ain’t got pull like Magneto |
| Y’all working hard on the mic but your squad is the type to get ate like a bag |
| of Doritos |
| I leave 'em alone |
| Not even believin' your poem |
| I’m the reason MC’s can’t breathe when it’s on |
| Play it on the radio in the Jeep with the chrome |
| Give me weed and the bong |
| We’ll be deep in the zone |