Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 9 Lashes (When Michael Smacks Lucifer), artist - Vast Aire. Album song Look Mom…No Hands, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.12.2004
Record label: Chocolate Industries
Song language: English
9 Lashes (When Michael Smacks Lucifer) |
One three five |
I’m screaming in your face but you dont hear me tho |
Gun shed, Rainbow, Harlem Nights |
Where’s my niggas at? |
Smack you in your face, you crazy? |
Y’all need to leave that crack alone |
Leave that crack alone |
Leave that crack alone |
Leave that crack alone |
I can’t hear you |
Y’all niggas is bitch like |
cant talk your way out cant even fist fight |
I think you pressed your luck |
you better watch yourself the lottery’s up Two more cheers then we tip the cup |
we ending carrers tonight, thats whats up Whats up Eso, yea I called you out |
its only matters of time before the bitch use out |
And it’s only matters of time till your teeth fall out |
When you ran back home you lost your clout, Gimme that |
You shoulda never started shit |
now your in the corner with a bandage kit |
Plus I know your jelouse of Lif |
thats why he bounced on y’all, y’all 'aint doing it He got with some real cats, thats true to this |
Now your all black-listed, your ruined it |
I’m a knock y’all down a level |
Sort of like when Micheal cast down the devil |
Sort of like when the earth gets reduced to a peble |
Sort of like when the goverment defeats the rebel |
I was there when you begged El to sign you |
He knew Ox was gonna blow so he didn’t sign you |
Wooo, I guess the secrets out |
Mommy they won’t play with us, then go in the house |
Play time’s over, close your mouth |
Do all your chores and then you go out |
The closet, and I think its a walk-in |
With 7L behind you and he 'aint even talking |
I heared your beats on ten, they 'aint even thumping |
Cry now cuase your castles crumbling |
And if you heared Dirty Mag, you know they fronting |
You think we care what you did eight years ago |
oh you were on tour with them and so and so Weathermen, we running this shit |
Likliest one in the chamber and you running your shit |
What the fuck |