Эмочка - черный даун | Текст песни

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[Hook - Pink]
You can sound the alarm,
You can call out your guards,
You can fence in your yard,
You can hold all the cards
But I won't back down,
Oh no I wont back down, oh no!

Cadillac Sevilles,
Coupe De Villes,
Brain dead rims, yeah stupid wheels,
Girl I'm too for real,
Lose your tooth and nail
Trying to fight it,
Try to deny it -
Stupid you will feel!
What I do, I do it well,
Shooting from the hip,
Yeah boy, shoot to kill,
Half a breath left on my death bed
Screaming 'F that!!',
Yeah super-ill,
Baby what the deal?
We can chill, split a half a pill
And a Happy Meal,
Fuck a steak slut,
I'll cut my toes off
And step on the receipt
'Fore I foot the bill.
Listen garden tool,
Don't make me introduce you
To my power tool,
You know the fucking drill,
How you douche bags feel
Knowing you're disposable?
Summer's Eve, Massengill -
Shady's got the mass appeal,
Baby crank the shit
Cause it's your goddamn jam!
You said that you want
Your punchlines
A little more compact,
Well shorty I'm that man,
These other cats
Ain't metaphorically
Where I'm at man,
I gave Bruce Wayne a Valium and said:
'Settle your fuckin ass down,
I'm ready for combat man!'
Get it? Calm, Batman,
Nah, ain't nobody
Who's as bomb and as nuts,
Lines are like Mum's CAT-scans
Cause they fucking go bananas,
Honey I applaude that ass,
Swear to God man
These broads can't dance,
Ma show 'em how it's done,
Spazz like a goddamn Taz, yeah!

[Hook - Pink]

Girl shake that ass
Like a donkey with Parkinsons,
Make like Michael J Fox's
In your drawers
Playin with an etch-a-sketch,
Betcha that you'll never guess
Who's knocking at your door,
People hit the floors,
Yeah tonight ladies
You gonna get divorced.
Girl forget remorse, I'ma
Hit you broads with Chris's force
Like you pissed him off,
Talented with the tongue muthfucker,
You ain't gotta lick in yours,
Hittin' licks
Like I'm robbin liquor stores,
Makin' cash registers
Shit their drawers,
Think you spit the rawest?
I'm an uncooked slab of beef
Laying on your kitchen floor,
Otherwords I'm off the meat rack!
Bring the beat back,
Bring me two extention cords,
I'mma measure my dick,
Shit I need 6 inches more,
Fuck, my dick's big bitch,
Need I remind you that
I don't need the fucking swine flu
To be a sick pig?
You're addicted, I'm dope,
I'm the longest needle around here,
Need a fix ock?
I'm the big shot, get it dick-snots?
You're just small pokes,
Little pricks,
Girl you think
That other prick's hot?
I'll drink gasoline
And eat a lit match
‘Fore I sit back
And let him get hotter,
Better call the cops on him
Quick fast,
Shady's right back
On your bitch ass,
White trash with half a 6-pack
In his hatchback,
Trailer hitch attached
To the back, dispatch!

[Pink - Chorus]

Bitch am I the reason that
Your boyfriend stopped rapping?
Does a bird chirp, Lil Wayne
Slurps syrup til he burps
And smokes purp,
Does a wordsearch,
Gets circles wrapped around it
Like you do when I come through?
I'd like you to remind yourself
Of what the fuck I can do
When I'm on the mic
Oh your the kind of girl
That I can take a liking to, psych!!
I'm spiking you like a football,
Been this way since I've
Stood a foot tall,
You're a good catch
With a shitty spouse,
Got a pretty mouth and a good jaw,
Gimme good brain,
Watch the wood-grain,
Don't want no cum stain...
Bitch you listening?
Tryna turn me down,
Slut I'm talking to you,
Turn me back up,

Rya

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