Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rap $ Unemployment, artist - The Doppelgangaz. Album song Lone Sharks, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.08.2013
Record label: Groggy Pack Entertainment
Song language: English
Rap $ Unemployment |
That dude’s a bad mother |
He’s talking 'bout a loan shark |
I’ll take my chance son |
Yo, when he grab the mic, butts wobble like his used whip’s front struts |
Blood guts, mutts hobble up front |
Yo he got the melody but pull models |
Fuck it E pass the Hennessy and Full Throttle |
Matter Fact last seen smashin' at the brothel |
Buggyin' across Europe crashin' at a hostel |
Yo the nigga sense of fashion is colossal |
Black cloak every day matchin' his apostles |
The Doppel 6 foot 3 illy type |
Slash EP 3 foot 6 lily white |
Fuck it though cause it ain’t all about the height |
They got him like what hole did you crawl up out of? |
might |
Be the fact that he walked to earth through a clear portal |
Rap lord sat down to mingle with the mere mortal |
Assimilate and shit in financial hardships |
Cheap beer and some pork rind lard chips |
When you’s a lone shark ain’t no time for fun enjoyment |
That’s why the gang collect rap money and collect unemployment |
Collect rap money and collect unemployment |
Gang collect rap money and collect unemployment |
When you’s a lone shark ain’t no time for fun enjoyment |
That’s why the gang collect rap money and collect unemployment |
Collect rap money and collect unemployment |
Gang collect rap money and collect unemployment |
Ayo it’s hell and high water |
I’m sellin' a guy’s daughter |
Ain’t no tellin' why I bought her |
Find a pestle and grind mortar, divine order |
Effervescent, wine porter my lines slaughter |
Nine sorta decay remnants |
Who rhyme for a wage on stage with pay severance |
In accordance with a benefit plan |
With no coordinates, just an irreverent man |
And his subordinate |
Travel the desolate land it’s Dopp gang we embezzle and scam |
A well known coat that gores occupants |
Who propel insults and forge documents |
Propel off impulse for opulence |
Which in tell all kinfolk and occulents |
Intoxicants livin' in a wack squalor |
No pot to piss sinnin' with ya tax dollar |