Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: MadchildНазвание : Don't StopДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : Видео:
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You can see there's fireballs Spitting fire like I'm a pyro from Hiro Shocking like a stun gun, I'm in a conundrum Walking through a dungeon, pale like I'm from London Traveling, my brains unraveling, I'm coming undone But still I'm heavy like a truck that's a one ton I will eat you like a wonton, I'll smoke a rapper like a Pom Pom Bamm-Bamm! Draping up these rappers like a sodomite selector Spinning around your head like I'm a satellite directed Penetrating, I'm a hyperventilating alien Probing you up in my UFO but I'm Canadian Star Wars, pulling out my lightsaber, on guard Strong enough to pull the ears up off a Gunnar Been around hip hop so long that I'm a monarch Putting fat laces in my Pumas, wearing Conart My rhyme will stick to you like lawn darts And you don't stop, and you don't quit And you don't stop, and you don't quit And you don't stop, and you don't quit Me and Madchild, yeah we on our own shit And they say these kids are the craziest The whole world's alive, but he's just what they say he is Let's go back in time, back to where the eighties is See the kid as he grew up and the ways he lived I jerked off before the age of ten, found a page and pen Passed it and laughed off the rage and sin Hackin' cough, bad ideas in my brain dancing back and forth I put the pen and page down, went back to jacking off My morals all over the place, it's all over Fall over drunk, I'm shit-faced, I never call sober You know what my style on for now on How long [??] The matador and it's now dawn Bitches want a [??] while the pad is add on The mirror with the razor out, now you want a pal, huh? I'm sick of society, I can't function in it I'll cuss you bitches out, go back to gettin' drunk again (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({}); And you don't stop, and you don't quit And you don't stop, and you don't quit And you don't stop, and you don't quit Me and Madchild, yeah we on our own shit And you don't stop, and you don't quit And you don't stop, and you don't quit And you don't stop, and you don't quit Me and Madchild, yeah we on our own shit Hit record, Jason Bourne, no replacement for him Hallucinating, face is warm, drinking Agent Orange When I was young I used to fuck and bring the cameras out Riding wearing floral print pajamas at my grandma's house I'm a blabbermouth, so much shit to rap about I'll eat a rapper like an apple then I'll crap him out This took all the energy that I could muster up Cause mentally, my mind has warped into a clusterfuck Subhuman, psychotic, I'm a superbeast My girl is twenty three, don't want to slide around in cougar grease Uhllaaah, I'm fly like I'm the Enterprise Whipper-rapper dead, will not be able to identify 'em I'll eat a rapper like it's dinner time Cold like I'm a bicycle with icicles at winter time And you don't stop, and you don't quit And you don't stop, and you don't quit And you don't stop, and you don't quit Me and Madchild, yeah we on our own shit And you don't stop, and you don't quit And you don't stop, and you don't quit And you don't stop, and you don't quit Me and Madchild, yeah we on our own shit | Похожие исполнители: |
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