Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: EpmdНазвание : ManslaughterДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop rap hip hop old school new york Видео:
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[PMD] Manslaughter (repeat 4X) Verse One: Erick Sermon Code name E D check on the one two three Black male hard MC Rap record slave a brother on the scene with a machine gun and one magazine Wanted a half a million for the body alone Two million for the microphone If you see him dial 5 dash slayer A hotline to the governor and mayor He`s armed wit ammo a weapon that`s mine All black in rap strap tech nine Silencer clipped, check the rip on the sneak tip The boy`s about ta flip Manslaughter (repeat 2X) They call him manslaughter Manslaughter Verse Two: PMD Code name MD, rappin fanatic No short taken, black Asiatic Hit man, keeps my belt unbuckled Book a look on my grill with no signs of a chuckle Or laughter, cause my name ain`t Casper The Friendly Ghost, but I smoke an MC if I have to Quick fast like Alakazoo, Alakazam And I`ll be damned, cuz my rhymes slam like Bam-Bam Rubble, partner code name is E-Double It`s those hazel green eyes that keep my man in trouble Girls ride the tip, brothers on his sac I had to change my name to Bruce Wayne, also known as Bat- Man, and grab the bozack wit this hand As I slay ya manslaughter Manslaughter They call him manslaughter Manslaughter Verse Three: Erick Sermon Mad man fully strapped and I quote Don`t flex, last chump who did, he got smoked Undercover, not D-T but E-D And wonder why you`re spinning my records on thirty-three I`m the original, never did crime, I`m no criminal No static, pack a forty-five automatic Black cat strapped in rap, holding my Johnson Walking the streets, a vigilante Charles Bronson As the beat kick, face his plate on the M1 done Style`s sharper than the blade in Shogun First suckers disrupt the brain of a sucker MC That can`t count one two three I manage to damage, I roast the whole membrane Insane, like a basehead doing cocaine I kill a farmer, plus his daughter Cause I`m the E-Double, and this is manslaughter They call us manslaughter They call it manslaughter Manslaughter Verse Four: PMD As I stare deep into the mirror, I could only resort To a hardcore gangsta, penile train of thought You`re stomped out, you`re beat down, you go big top shit Run your trunk jewels or get, pistol whipped Cause I`m too swift to slip or miss a stitch on my rap hit Sleep on a sucker and you still can`t get with me bro, wit this flow and I don`t know Judo Gunflow is my style, say this so that you know There`s no time to dance or romance with a nuisance Play ya like a puppet to put some lead in ya pants Then off you go to the rap rat pack Be stripped of your mic, punk on your head we stamped bozack That`s what the doctor ordered Take two of these, dead, manslaughter They call it manslaughter They call it manslaughter Manslaughter To the farmer and his daughter, manslaughter | Похожие исполнители:
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