lirik lagu words hurt - chekhov's gun
i like to fancy myself on that jason statham
or maybe liam nesson in taken
i have very particular set of sk!lls
im early on dope tv shows and rap somewhat ill (somewhat ill)
i guess i’m more like brian bosworth
or matthew perry and his whole none yards work
like i can fight k!llers laying in wait
yeah k!llers by iron maiden and that’s alb-ms not that great
but i like murder in the rouge morgue i work like i’m ru paul
sound disgusting taste delicious b-tches i’m like rhubarb
get at me dog straight barking from the barcolounger
trying to find some housing an apartment at fair market value
sh-t–milks like five dollars a half gallon
i ran my last five k in a half hour
and now i’m trying to better my time
i know this sh-t is wandering my bedouin rhyme
that bare knuckle gyspy sh-t gets left out like elipsises
i ride around shining cause i’m grinding like the clipses is
rappers we ain’t the same —
in general like petreas and again how they portray us
its all repurposed take the verses match the chorus
the habeus the corpus the matrix vs morpheos
i need my morning coffee heres a little ipso facto
i have no time for you m-th-f-cking -ssholes
hook:
i don’t have time for this bullsh-t
i don’t have time for this bullsh-t
i don’t have time for this bullsh-t
no i don’t have no i don’t have
i don’t have time for this bullsh-t
i don’t have time for this bullsh-t
i don’t have time for this bullsh-t
no i don’t have no i don’t have
verse 2
so (so-so) you wanna know how it’s hanging? (how it’s hanging)
i’m rocking penguin (rocking penguin) feeling sanguine
knocked down got up bruh that chumbawumba (chumbawumba)
you could say he’s the rap sebastian junger
verses on that perfect storm nerd sh-t got my urkle on
who is he he’s diddy he won’t stop the inertia don
who has the energy? or should it be whom?
im at the crib reading bolano and b-mping that steve kuhn
listening three waves and three sheets to the wind
i’m three times dope i’m so fly that i’m pushing tin
you should google it homey i stack arugula blow me
so on my dill i’ll reference truman capote
sphinx helped me with that line a shout to bobby cosmos
i don’t waste raps even the scr-ps will go in compost
k!ll beats for more than meat use every part of the bison
i took it down with chekhov’s gun i’m walter white with the ricin
its an exercise in writing remember my set of sk!lls
remember dope tv remember rapping somewhat ill?
so maybe i’m not liam nessen in taken
plus my high voltage is bon scott and not like jason statham
Lirik lagu lainnya:
- lirik lagu prozak - my life
- lirik lagu john newman - the past
- lirik lagu trabajo sucio - capital del error
- lirik lagu yagai - deltaplane
- lirik lagu sp deville - sonhei contigo
- lirik lagu georgio - faut tenir
- lirik lagu wrenn - pscyhosexual
- lirik lagu hannes - similar
- lirik lagu phora - i come apart
- lirik lagu willtharapper - pull up