Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone The King's Curse, artista - Army of the Pharaohs. Canzone dell'album Heavy Lies the Crown, nel genere Рэп и хип-хоп
Data di rilascio: 20.10.2014
Limiti di età: 18+
Etichetta discografica: Enemy Soil
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
The King's Curse |
Hey this fuckin' guy I tell this fuckin' guy |
You got a fuckin' problem with me you got a fuckin' problem my little fuckin' |
family, I’ll smack the fuckin' taste out of your mouth |
Yeah |
Listen, Hell is hot and Satan there |
Motherfuckers looking for your body like Malaysia Air |
Allah vicious ain’t no muh’fuckin' bacon here |
I been sonnin' muh’fuckas since they had prenatal care |
I called a lot of you rappers but don’t answer |
The coke put a hole in your choke like throat cancer |
If you ain’t trying to get hurt, then don’t tamper |
How you gonna shoot the gift with no Santa (Ho ho ho bitch) |
How you gonna talk shit when you ain’t real law |
I ain’t have to smack your man up but he was still involved |
Chainsaw, line em up, I will kill em all |
Fill em all with a bunch of hollow tips, still Allah |
A pop chart to me (is what?) |
Is just a graph to show how many times I blast to keep track of my armory (for |
real) |
Tread these waters face a barricade of barracudas (grr) |
Do I have to paraphrase for you lame excuses? |
I just aim and shoot it |
Cause the game’s polluted |
And you can die for just listening |
This is dangerous music (yesss) |
How you figure that? |
Thinking you can phase a brother (no) |
Do your Swiss army knife have a laser cutter? (no) |
Or a surgeon scalpel |
Lethal injection syringe and nine other types of blades that will disembowel |
So when you see me dippin' bullets in Anthrax |
I’m making sure these things kill when I’m pullin' the hammer back |
As we march to the gates, salute the OGs |
As we walk in the place, drop to your knees |
Bow down to the kings, Pharaohs taking over |
It’s an every day thing, calling all soldiers |
Ever since Kane came with the shaved eyebrows |
My styles increased exponentially, this rap shit’s my house |
Them rappers talking bout me better be Audi five thous' |
Cause my pals slice up and light up suckers like White Owls |
A white out, equivalent to blizzards on Hoth |
If you ain’t slept in a Tauntaun you bitches is soft |
I be getting whores off who resemble Lara Croft |
Eat the flesh off the bodies, save the bones for the broth |
Leave you frozen in frost, all your toes will fall off |
I’m the Chosen; the boss who stay exposin' the frauds |
Hard as Wolverine’s bones Ap’s loadin' the claws |
Your bones buried in the backyard by Logan the dog |
It’s time for you to move on |
Yo fuck your Instagram and fuck your new song |
Buy a Ghost Writer get a Groupon |
And sell the bars to corny rappers who can put your group on |
I’m here with Jedi Mind, I’m on the same shit that Luke on |
That shit you servin' up? That’s the shit I puke on |
I grind in a lab, you quit |
Cause Jimmy Fallon and the Roots on |
Yo 7L, keep the loop on |
Shoot through your trachea like Napier at UConn |
Leave your crew gone |
Got your bitch sayin' that I’m too strong on a futon |
She Stark naked like Tony without the suit on |
Like Akinyele is the bomb but it’s neutron |
Leave your sweats Burgundy man, so you the new Ron |