Letra de Grenade Launcher
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Yeah. Yeah
[Madchild:]
[Madchild:]
Madchild and slaine we formed an alliance
Fuck these bitches we the horniest ornery giants
The way I raps mathematics it's sort of a science
Your raps wack all the [?]
I leave em fucking mortified dawg or terrorized
My rhymes are more than fucking clean holmes there sterilized
Sometimes I lean so hard I need a kick stand
I wrestle alligators and I dance on Quicksand
I call a rapper Tin man cause they got no heart
Each lines an arrow dipped in poison from a blow dart
These rappers they go not hearts
Me against thems a mazorti to a go kart
Theses young punks they think there so smart
I might be old but I'm the sickest fucking old fart
I'm so much better you can blame it on the age difference
You got your party clothes on I'm wearing beige slippers
I give a fuck about a club it's just a meat market
Theses girls will open up there legs like it was free parking
Of course I like to fuck butt there's no challenge
I must fucked 1000 bitches since we dropped balance
The law of average says we win again
Hand grenade parade we blow it up pull the pin
Then boom make room for swollen man
Then bang it's a battle axe thing
[x2]
[Previal:]
Street fight pit fight red nose blue nose
Old school vinyl so cold like blue note
Head spin can't win fills up the sails with
Prevails gifts press to lean my recipes very secret
See my destiny inscribed on a tablet stone
Rappers leave rap alone unless it's in your chromosomes
Molester in your closet watch it turn you to skeleton bones
Think you MR hard core call em the gelatin jones
Look upon my board walk empire Al Capone
You think you lucky here like Luciano
Test my bravado over this piano leave you cold and you won't see tomorrow
Sorrow follows hollows sleepy
Headless horsemen the water rush deeply
Percussion real freaky
Bang drums like the marching band
Art form swarms like the wasp in the savage lands
Sting with the poison of November born scorpions
[Chorus x2]
[Slaine:]
The older I get the more crazy and sicker I think
I got a wet brain form all the fucking liqueur I drink
I wake up broke and obsessed about about sticking the brinks
Fuck a bitch raw dog and wash my dick in the sink
Nah dog I ain't saved a penny I made
I just stay up all night rocking with the henny brigade
I done been around the world fucking kimmy and jade
Brenda and holly il prolly end up skinny with aids
Golly I took some molly bitch you really wanna party good
You can ridethe white horse all the way to Hollywood
You can be a Harvard, a starlet and have a TV show
Charlotte once you get me started you should see me go
Ion the company of mad man I'm the CEO
Yeah I got a fat fucking stomach and a greasy flow
Nobody likes me cause I'm ignorant and cocky fuck
Try and battle me I'll fucking smack you like a hockey puck
(Merci à Romain pour cettes paroles)
Fuck these bitches we the horniest ornery giants
The way I raps mathematics it's sort of a science
Your raps wack all the [?]
I leave em fucking mortified dawg or terrorized
My rhymes are more than fucking clean holmes there sterilized
Sometimes I lean so hard I need a kick stand
I wrestle alligators and I dance on Quicksand
I call a rapper Tin man cause they got no heart
Each lines an arrow dipped in poison from a blow dart
These rappers they go not hearts
Me against thems a mazorti to a go kart
Theses young punks they think there so smart
I might be old but I'm the sickest fucking old fart
I'm so much better you can blame it on the age difference
You got your party clothes on I'm wearing beige slippers
I give a fuck about a club it's just a meat market
Theses girls will open up there legs like it was free parking
Of course I like to fuck butt there's no challenge
I must fucked 1000 bitches since we dropped balance
The law of average says we win again
Hand grenade parade we blow it up pull the pin
Then boom make room for swollen man
Then bang it's a battle axe thing
[x2]
[Previal:]
Street fight pit fight red nose blue nose
Old school vinyl so cold like blue note
Head spin can't win fills up the sails with
Prevails gifts press to lean my recipes very secret
See my destiny inscribed on a tablet stone
Rappers leave rap alone unless it's in your chromosomes
Molester in your closet watch it turn you to skeleton bones
Think you MR hard core call em the gelatin jones
Look upon my board walk empire Al Capone
You think you lucky here like Luciano
Test my bravado over this piano leave you cold and you won't see tomorrow
Sorrow follows hollows sleepy
Headless horsemen the water rush deeply
Percussion real freaky
Bang drums like the marching band
Art form swarms like the wasp in the savage lands
Sting with the poison of November born scorpions
[Chorus x2]
[Slaine:]
The older I get the more crazy and sicker I think
I got a wet brain form all the fucking liqueur I drink
I wake up broke and obsessed about about sticking the brinks
Fuck a bitch raw dog and wash my dick in the sink
Nah dog I ain't saved a penny I made
I just stay up all night rocking with the henny brigade
I done been around the world fucking kimmy and jade
Brenda and holly il prolly end up skinny with aids
Golly I took some molly bitch you really wanna party good
You can ridethe white horse all the way to Hollywood
You can be a Harvard, a starlet and have a TV show
Charlotte once you get me started you should see me go
Ion the company of mad man I'm the CEO
Yeah I got a fat fucking stomach and a greasy flow
Nobody likes me cause I'm ignorant and cocky fuck
Try and battle me I'll fucking smack you like a hockey puck
(Merci à Romain pour cettes paroles)
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