Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song React Shun, artist - The Weathermen.
Date of issue: 04.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
React Shun |
Yo, I’ll kidnap your wife, smash it of course |
Spit game all week, let her go and watch her ask for divorce |
Be sure you rocking it holmes cause sho' nuff Ock |
I can put C-4 in erogenous zones and blow up spots |
Turn your mind to aluminum, plus your team |
If you sleep, I recycle your brain and crush your dream |
Jakki The Motomouth |
Supernatural rapping freak |
Orthopedic magicians couldn’t pull of my magic feat/feet |
Got your CD like |
We be hype |
I don’t give a damn like a greedy dyke salesman |
The most offensive to blurt vain shit |
Women get angry, all my girl’s first name 'Bitch' |
Your slut perform well last night, she’s made for the sack |
My dick was the crowd and I gave her the claps |
Don’t give a shit, it’s a shame |
A homeless chick come around me with a cup |
She’ll suck dick for the change |
Whatever she’s saying, prolly none of it fact (Why?) |
Cause most chicken heads be running they yap |
orange horse hair buns |
Spilling rum on my Air Force Ones, greys |
I’ma retire to an Air Force One way |
No nicotine |
Only blow sticky green |
Call no bitch a queen |
Heart don’t skip a beat |
Although it’s on freeze |
Disagree? |
Pay the penalty plus your dental fees, you missing teeth |
Raise a Hennessy to my enemies hitting trees |
Get ya green with envy while I’m getting green |
With 20 16s and 24s |
I’ll rip clean your honey’s drawers |
That whore is a dick fiend who wanted more |
Jake raided my place, now I got a sentence to face |
Forgot to end the tape and she got a fetish for rape |
Claim the trife life and you verses me is like Tyson Beckford |
Getting in the ring with Mike Tyson |
See me coming out a store empty handed it sure means |
Police in Pakistan must of amputated my wrists |
Got me special on the label like a bottle of Henny |
Independent as fuck, mentally ready for top 20 |
Get this money, Tame One is the game runner |
Blacked out, put a track out the same summer |
Didn’t fall off, jumped off |
Landed on my feet and walked off |
Just to be different when some shit popped off |
Under my mattress, right next to the Glock I shot at your moms with |
Is the rhyme book I used to get signed to Eastern Conference |
Better than half y’all rhymers |
You know what time it is, it’s obvious |
You sponsored by Punchliners Anonymous |
Weathermen veterans, amphetamines best friends |
F’s on piss tests |
Nod like yes men |
Grinding like teeth in a coke binge |
Burn bridges at both ends |
Seperate fiends from dope friends |
Sick, psychosomatic, erratic, and bad habits |
Rip reality fabric in half, dump in a tablet |