Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dmtri, artist - The Alchemist. Album song Lamb Over Rice, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ALC
Song language: English
Dmtri |
Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson |
Knock, knock it out the box, Bronson |
Yeah, uh, knock, knock it out the box, Bronson |
Bitch I’m a superhero, I wasn’t born with dinero |
Somehow I turned into Deniro |
Just give me one shot at the lead role |
You’ll be amazed, like the first time you seen snow |
Down in Georgia on the Peach Grove |
I shoot ninety-five percent from the free throw |
Sixty from the field, strange sex appeal |
The lone gunman, muffle the shotty with an old onion |
This is no fun, never low funds, man, fuckin' crazy, uh |
You must be out your mind |
Back with a vengeance |
Black MAC lookin' like Janet with extensions |
I’m back on the bench presses, put the Audi in a red dress |
Make ten lefts, I lost fifty on the Mets, I’m a mess |
After practice hit the steps bitch |
That’s what I gotta do to be the best shit |
Man these motherfuckers sleepin' |
While Bronson bangin' pots and pans |
Gotta understand these fake fucks are not your mans |
Me, disappear, where? |
I’m right here |
Creepin' in the cold nights air |
To get on my level take fifty light-years |
My jewelry boxes like the habitat for white bears |
After I’m finished in the sauna |
I jump into some freezing cold water |
Shake it like I’m reading from the Torah |
I’m 'bout to tat a skull on my skull |
Hangin' from a snake’s mouth comin' out a pyramid |
Now I’m at the steakhouse gettin' dirty looks |
Guess I shoulda wore a different shirt |
Poppin' wheelies on the Harley down 53rd |
Break the guitar on your head after my solo shit |
I coulda been in Guns N' Roses dolo, bitch |
Got the Box Chevy jumpin' like a pogo stick |
Don’t you motherfuckers know that I’m the logo kid? |
Uh |
Yeah, don’t you motherfuckers know that I’m the logo |
Like Jerry West and Teddy Ballgame |
I don’t wear Balmain, swing the ball and chain executioner style |
Dirty mountain tiger to the face |
Better strap up, I’m 'bout to see space |
As I entered, I felt everything was centered |
Oh shit, I think I’m back in the placenta |
But then I woke up in a Nissan Sentra |
In the parking lot of Queens Center, uh (Don't hurt me baby) |
My grandparents learned English watchin' Martin, uh, ha yeah |
My grandparents learned English watchin' Martin, it’s me, uh |
Wild immigrants, my grandparents learned English watchin' Martin |
Knock, knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson |
Knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson |
Knock, knock 'em out the box, Bronson |
Knock 'em out the box, Bronson |
Yeah, uh, it’s me, motherfucker |
(*Laughing*) |
That’s a ill vision |
(*Laughing*) |
That’s pretty fucked up |
(*Laughing*) |
It sounds so bad, like the dog pound is runnin' through his bitch |
(He's walkin') |
They all had their sneakers on, fuckin' fakin' |
(*Laughing*) |