Swisha-T - Ballistic (Ft. Madchild) | Текст песни

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Yo, see I'm the last of a dying breed
I don’t need no other nigger to define me
Hospital high free and huddle when the piff is in
Fuck a beat box I let my rhythm be the instrument
I don’t want a bin I want the whole enchilada
My Haitian out of space I'm out one blow from Nicaragua
I love my Mary Jane you can call me Peter Parker
I bow so fucking close so you’ll probably need a parker
Pussy little rapper I’ll diminish you and finish you
Hanging by your tennis shoes your kids belong in middle school
Why you’re trying to pick the fire with a red nose pick
Candle stick and a bomb this ha a kindle speak
All you rappers trying to be me
I don’t possess the raw talent you’re just grinding with me
Y’all see I'm sharper than a poison arrow
The barrel cock it back to your boys
I'm nearly twisted you bitches can’t bear with this
My lyrical terrorism is sick and it scared each other
Get tired of beating from getting high in the weekends
Fucking fly and I'm tweaking, I mean I need
A package of swishes or something sticky
Mad at the tugs and piggies I’ in it there’s nothing biggie
I’m the judge, I'm the jury I'm the motherfucking convict
Creeping through your mind like I'm a fucking black tarantula
Raising sharp, going for the neck like I'm a vampire
The thing’s about to transpire, otter than a chem fire
I'm coming up so stack the money in my bank
Open up my mouth I’ll let the missile from the tank fire
Life is full of glory and danger, of worry and anger
I'm the glorious but story all painful
I went looking for the trouble I'm a motherfucking wild
Open up my mouth but you don’t wanna look inside boy
Our lyricism is serious when making dope appearance’s
Looking to the clearance there’s a lot of interference
It appears to be inferior complex
Interiors is nearly a combat
Delusionary optimistic, drop the biscuit
I got a part to piss and even opposition listen
I'm a nihilist that triumph over scientist
Rely on this cause I'm a fucking lair with an iron fist
Cowards get devoured I'm a powerful vulture
I skate through life like I was…
Kilometers on my speedometer I'm a phenomenon
Too hot for a thermometer
The top is where I'm balling from
Lyrically I'm like an evil, like full of blood lust
Metal bust you open I am broker than a drug bus
I make a rapper lose it like a disimbowment
Every verse I spit is a magnificent endowment

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