VANDALISM - I'ma bomb It | Текст песни

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• VANDALISM
• I'ma bomb It

Chorus 1
On and just on, and (x10)

Im a swing it
Wach me bring to the next level
To grab denevels
Getting funky like the devil
Brothers from the bijou
So why you wanna trip
Just play the side lines
Kid, and wait for me to slip
Cause I can feel it in the ait tonight
But yo Im not phil collins
Or, unlike henry rollins
Cause Im search and destroy
You wanna toy wit the plot
Tryin to get what I got
You might get- shot
Hot damn mannas son
Ya got ebonics
They teach ya how to write
Im writing like Im hooked on phonics
Mother goose aint got shit on me
Cause Ill get loose at the jam
And wreck the whole party
I make em jump and mosh
Oh my gosh
Just slammin in the pit
While Im kickin my shit
They buggin in the isles
Cause I got madd styles
And aint a damn thing funny
I get money in piles
Some poeple thought Id die
Thats just a rumour, though
Others thought Id follow up
But now Im numero-
Uno, dos, not quatro
Word to kool keith
Im a break up ya teeth

When I die, bury me (me)
Hang my balls on the cherry tree (tree)
Let them git ripe
Then take a bite
And if they dont taste right
Then dont blame d

You need to quit swingin,
The styles that Im bringin
The funk knuckled dragon
Who gits on the wagon
Im not the 12 stepper
Dont play me like a leper
My mike sounds nice
But its not salt and pepper

Well its the man
With the plan
To get all your skins
The tip on my dick
Is where the line begins
Wit all those former lines
Take off that swine
Ill git your ass butt-naked
Lets see if you can take it
Cause Ill make you feel
Like a natural woman
Cause I keep it comin
Im the everlastin
Free style assasin
With soul in my goal
Is to bring a little passion
To your girls life
Like the daily soaps
Throw down on the bed
And tie her up with ropes

Chorus 2
The lyrics keep on and just on and
The lyrics keep on and just on and
The lyrics keep on and just on and
On and just on and on and just on and (x2)

Chorus 1

Im just another ranger with the derry face
Punk motherfucker in the prime of my race
You need step back, kid
And give me some space
And rock the cold shot
At the party
When Im rockin the place
Danny boys arrivin
With the standar 65
In the heft dont laugh kid
The graft is survivin
The out law bike
With my bitch thats on the
Highway to hell
Cause I never tell

Well its the funk back breaker
Weeded up like jamaica
Dont bring your woman to the party
Cause Ill taker
Hit the deck
Cause Im down wit the hoolies
I got a trunk
Full of funk
Like the groovey doolies
Im not the man
Brotha asked who was he
Quiks got the hair do
Just like ruth buzzy
Runnin round
Like you been to jail, son
But ya hit the swatly
To get your hair and your nails done
Get off my sack
Cause your shit is wack
Ya diss me
And Im a diss you back

Chorus 1 (x2)

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