Name: Homicide
Duration: 3 min 8 s
Description: Слушайте песню Homicide - Sammy SlamDance, Tyler Quillen онлайн с альбома Homicide в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 3:08. Год выхода - 2020

Sammy SlamDance

Tyler Quillen

Homicide

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Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby

I'm feelin' like I'm chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady with rabies

I'm foamin' at the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame

Like a moth to the flame, I'ma reel 'em in and kill 'em

Know you feelin' lyricism when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?

Chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka Slim Shady

Hit 'em with that (doot, doot, doot) and they die

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide

I got bitches, I got whores, I got rare designer clothes

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps

You gon' get smacked, you gon' make Bobby attack

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything

Are getting washed now, chicka-chicka-chicka, like bathing

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered

Hold up, I said Rover because now your Rover is red

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down

But when I go (roof) like the doberman said

I still think the (roof) would go over your head (haha)

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit with so many foul lines

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T

I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though, 'cause MC's know

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your rap someone else wrote

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again

Bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back

'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct

I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket, abraca-fuckin'-dabra

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it

Слушайте песню Homicide - Sammy SlamDance, Tyler Quillen онлайн с альбома Homicide в хорошем HiFi качестве с сервисом Звук. Продолжительность песни - 3:08. Год выхода - 2020

Homicide

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