- The Beatnuts Hellraiser 歌詞
- The Beatnuts
- Intro:
Es hermanos de lo que sido, amigo?
Try to play me close and get loose
Try to play me close and get loose
(Damn, my ears are burning hot!)
Damn, damn, damn, damn my ears are burning hot!
Damn,goddamn,goddamn, damn my ears are burning hot!
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Verse One: Fa*** **********on
Damn my ears are burning hot
I think I got fakin the funk
Mother****** up in my spot
They know Im gonna blow
So they press up on
The crew like gets dissed
Like a fool when Im gone
SO GET OUT, AND LEAVE ME ALONE,
CLOSE MY DOOR!
I gotta whisper cause I got
Some ****** ears on my floor
Theyre tryin to catch on
To see who Im givin the hoot
There it is ******* ****** biz
Dont say my kids
(Psycho Les)
All these phony mother******s wanna shake my hand
And behind my back talk *** **********t to the next man
Click, bam, a hit to your block, you got beats, but stop!
Your *********** **t is wack!
(Fa*************on)
Yeah, you better keep it subliminal
Cause I dont play, some say
My styles type criminal
And we can get down, yo for real
Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel, sucker!
Chorus: repeat 4X
(P. Les) Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!
(Fa*************on)Beatnuts forever, die hard mother******s!
Verse Two: Psycho Les, Fa*************on
You see me and I see you
But you still want to act like
You dont see me, cool
Years ago an A&R dissed
Our ******' demos and said
That *************t was scarred
*************, YOU BIG-TIME ***** ******** YOUR FOAMIN
YOUR LABELS *************T AND YOULL REGRET IT IN A MOMENT
Now you eat pills, while I puff on the Phils
And still, you cant comprehend your skills
You remember the time, only after I performed
You called my hotel door, you want to blow me like a storm
But Blue, no matter what you do
You cant trick this kid
Too cool, I thought you knew, fool!
Chorus
Verse Three: Fa*************on, Psycho Les
Now I got you trapped, feelin weak and nervous
Word up, cause I be strapped like the Secret Service
The cops they run me down for the guns I be wielding
Ill murder a force to get lost between buildings
Time to go to war, its been a raiser, now Ima flip
Rippin more *************z than an axe in a horror flick
Doin mad crime, I remember the days well
The demon inside of me had invited me to raise hell
I dont want to have to snuff nobody
I just drink my twenties with coke with Bacardi
Try to play me close and get ghost, sucker!
Beatnuts forever, die hard mother******s!
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