Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Leff Field , by - Twiztid. Song from the album Mirror Mirror, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.03.2015
Record label: Psychopathic
Song language: English
Leff Field |
| Smoke a square and then prepare yourself |
| Monoxide, Monox-boogie, Mo-Diddy, Mo-Something |
| Smoke something, smoke a square, smoke a square bitch |
| Me and Violent, Me and Violent J |
| I’m the wickedest of wicked and by far |
| I’m destined for greatness |
| Killing off you people hate this |
| Now you can raise us in the top notch |
| Mag or book |
| And we still won’t give you fags a look |
| Bitch boy, I’m gay-bashing |
| Come see my gun |
| I never hated fags till I got sued by one (by one) |
| My mental picture is painting me something ugly |
| And I still don’t understand how my hands got all bloody |
| It’s the Juggla! |
| A juggalo role-model |
| I stab people in the neck with a broken beer bottle |
| And then you meet me and expect a nice guy |
| You’re lucky I ain’t stuck a screw driver in your eye yet (hound dogs) |
| When I sign an autograph, I see you chopped up in my tub, soaking in a blood |
| bath |
| With demons pissing on you like ROCK THE DEAD! |
| (thoughts in my head) |
| I’m getting glued the fuck out with my homie fucking Violent J |
| And we don’t give a fuck about nothing you fucking bitches say |
| We speak the word and he unheard the mystify |
| And when you see us, hug your momma and give her a kiss goodbye |
| It’s a long dark ride, where you going there ain’t no holding back |
| I’m the reaper in this bitch, there ain’t no coming back |
| My tongue in fact conceal a casket |
| And spit some shit, so off the rip, it’s a classic |
| Shut the fuck up, when we speaking bitch |
| Ain’t yo mamma ever taught you shit |
| We stab individuals in they fatal spots |
| You got nine lives? |
| Well I got 10 shots (yeah!) |
| I remember when we first got started |
| Clown paint and faygo, you thought we was retarded (whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!) |
| Finally got you in the front row wilin |
| Now I’m gonna do it again with Zug Izland |
| I’m a axe holder, user, deep throater |
| Wouldn’t know a juggalo if I showed ya shadowless |
| My reflection still casts a demon with green eyes behind stained glass |
| I see spirits and I talk to people that ain’t there |
| They seem to vanish in thin air |
| Why don’t you get ghost homie, raise up |
| While me and Violent J roll the weed and blaze it up (what?) |
| Real ass juggalos is all I care about (who?) |
| Fuck everybody else, and I don’t want to hear about |
| And I don’t give a fuck if you know someone that’s down |
| I’ll grab you by your neck and fling your fucking head around |
| I won’t sign nothing |
| Fuck taking a picture |
| Fuck shaking your hand, I’ll pull you at me and hit you (plaw!) |
| Then I kick ya fucking guts in until your ribs break |
| There’s your mutha fucking hand shake, bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch) |