Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sammy Sosa, artist - Verbal Kent. Album song Sound of the Weapon, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Sammy Sosa |
Rap has been many many good to me |
Uh! |
yeah! |
yeah! |
uh! |
Ohh! |
Holy fucking shit |
Crisis |
Uh! |
Joe Shmoses |
Yeah, you don’t wanna mess with the Shmoses |
God bless you on a bed of roses |
Yeah! |
check it out |
Yeah! |
yeah! |
I came up in the go like Rich Dailey |
While Ming Lee on that fuck you pay me shit |
But you could trust me to babysit |
Got love but to you big Dan not Sam Dusky |
Wouldn’t start man ma fam husky |
Word of rusty truth Lance and the Cats out in Cali |
Must be Dane if you Demanding a track kill |
Hung we at the fam and in the banned lam planted in |
The cram van outside a mansion |
After hours, he’s ours |
I’m after his pension rapping on another dimension |
Must have dementia thinking i’m less than the best |
And the rest becomes suck on ma Wilson’s |
Holly Gough, individually they each the size of a volley ball |
Bring it on put ma mind loaded against your nine |
Melodic nine times out you mine |
Yeah yeah uh, you don’t wanna mess with the Shmoses |
God bless you on a bed of roses |
I don’t really have opponents |
Splack cork a back like Sammy Sosa |
Go good to go, check it out |
Ima make the best out of this got work |
Plus rock the shit out of this concert |
Make up with your fans convert when they converse |
Sound like they went and seen a bomb burst |
Funky like the water that your mom burst |
Old school simulator sucking momma’s honkers |
Milk does the body good strength of a boxer |
Yeah! |
I put your face on the boulevard |
Weakly, struggle on the pullup bar |
Pull up hard your arms about to pull apart |
No destiny, you couldn’t fulfil a fart |
More clapping i’ll be rapping more |
You stinking rap like the slacks on Macklemore |
50 buck T-shirt, 200 Jeans on, buck fifty Jordans |
Fuck that dude theme song cannabis is in ma lung |
Burn a rapper frail like a pale animal that’s in the sun |
Yeah yeah uh, rap has been many many good to me |
You don’t wanna mess with the Shmoses |
God bless you on a bed of roses |
I don’t really have opponents |
Splack cork a back like Sammy Sosa |
You don’t wanna mess with the Shmoses |
God bless you on a bed of roses |
I don’t really have opponents |
Splack cork a back like Sammy Sosa |
Blah! |