Nuclear Throne - Yung Venuz' Masion (Area_103) | Текст песни

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• Nuclear Throne
• Yung Venuz' Masion (Area_103)

1: Y.V.:
It's the
Dead body lootin', mutant shootin' Venus youthin',
Rootin' tootin', Luger totin' Ruger loadin',
Bullet throwin', way too long grenade holdin',
Triangle, I might mangle your weapon to rap,
Flash color coded clips and an RPG hat,
Baby baby blue ammo, turn red when it clap,
Shoot your face in the fat, give your cadaver a slap,
Where the level boss at?
I wanna click-click-clack k'pow, click-click-click-clack that.

2: Y.V.
I see him, shoot him, skin him, wear him, mount him on the wall,
If completely armor plated, I'ma shoot it in the
Baaaalllin', like a black hole, a vulture flock,
You violently challenge, your thangs don't cock,
Your things get shot, your party stop,
When I roll up Teen Wolfin' on the ambulance top,
This ain't no game, ain't never been no show,
And I'll gladly gun down the oldest lady you know.

3: Chorus (Repeats 2x) Y.V.:

I don't need no friends, I don't need no phone,
Just a bag of severed head and my Nuclear Throne,

-Fish(or Steroids):
Me no believe in trends, me no believe in genome,
All me be believe in is the Nuclear Throne,

-Y.V.:
I don't need no bread, I don't need no home,
Just everybody dead and my Nuclear Throne,

-Fish(or Steroids):
Me kill you out of nowhere, me kill you all alone,
Me kill you in the face for my Nuclear Throne.

4: Fish(or Steroids):
Trouble don't wanna, you me gon' gun down your mama,
We be for fun kill a llama, do-donkey zebra piranha,
Me ride giraffe up on toppa and Im gonna chahana matata,
Who want a piece of the guy who got da horse meat off de schwarma?
I'm gonna shoot you in the morning, get your blood on my eggs,
Shoot you in the hand, head, face, chest, neck, legs,
At Chrismahannukwanzaka got him hung on a tree,
Jump out me be gunnin' down your fat family,
Wanna spell a good time to me, it's M-U-R-D-E-R,
N-O-N-S-T-O-P, you don't wanna be-hee hee hee,
Your booty a shooty, better than good nudie movie,
To me a I get that kooky, hot like the Huxtable Roody.

5: Chours (Repeats 2x) Y.V.:

I don't need no friends, I don't need no phone,
Just a bag of severed head and my Nuclear Throne,

-Fish(or Steroids):
Me no believe in trends, me no believe in genome,
All me be believe in is the Nuclear Throne,

-Y.V.:
I don't need no bread, I don't need no home,
Just everybody dead and my Nuclear Throne,

-Fish(or Steroids):
Me kill you out of nowhere, me kill you all alone,
Me kill you in the face for my Nuclear Throne.