Black Knights, Thea Van Seijen, Dexter Wiggles - Bloody Samurai lyrics
[Black Knights, Thea Van Seijen, Dexter Wiggles - Bloody Samurai lyrics]
Bloody samurai, my hate will never die
Bloody samurai, my sword will never die
Yeah I'm like daredevils
I dare devils to take it to that level
Make 'em dig they own grave
With they own shovels
Sharpshooter, drop helicopters
Black out shadows
'Cause when it's time to ride
It's like pedal to the metal
Full-fledged, beat suicidal
Leave holes with skull heads
Hit your cult for your vault
Leave 'em all dead
And some nice swipe game plus handsome
Hoes hold me ransom get
Mad and throw tantrums
Seven braids like Samson, strength of Job
Since these niggas wanna trip
I make it all unfold
Didn't choose the genie
Didn't choose the leprechaun
Niggas better watch the gravesite
They stepping on
Thinking it's a game I rose him
Now your ass is frozen
Nuclear explosion, we straight West Coastin'
I was born as a soldier
And I'll fight in a field
I'll run like a hunter
And I'll hide in the hills
Bloody samurai, my hate will never die
Bloody samurai, my sword will never die
The street apostle with Roscoe's
That'll burn flesh off your fossil
Make you suck on that nozzle
'fore you swallow these hollows
Clutching a bottle, yeah
I'm a hard act to follow
Nigga, I don't write raps
Little homey, I write novels
Every chapter I capture, the mind of millions
When I slang raps like crack
To the women and children
Bring down the building
Crowd roars oh what a feeling
Feels good like I'm puffing
On that sticky chameleon the street villain
Made most of his money from drug dealing
It's rules to the game
Trust nobody that's squealing
Cuz snitching is a pet peeve
Like a bitch with a bad weave
It's not honor amongst thieves
Nigga deal wit greed
I'm from a breed of real killas
That's cutthroat
That'll front you to work and kill
You if you a buck short bloodsport
Flick you like the butt of my Newport
Or with the butt of my gun
Take that, nigga, run
I come to stop the hollering and screaming
Blaow stop screaming
Make a nigga wish he still dreaming
Since appearing against a ninja
Taught him barbarianism
South Central mental-ism
Like the local news on the local
High school for all this realism
Don't let all the whites go there
Cause all the whites'll go there
Have 'em all braiding they hair
And having tattoos
And street numbers instead of
Good grades from school
It's like ridicule, and what would Jesus do?
If he was standing at apartment
He was beeping with that dizzle
Like a hole ain't enough to end all ridicule
But a hoe'll get real holy enough
To preach and end you
Bloody samurai, my hate will never die
Bloody samurai, my sword will never die
If you win
I'll tell you where to find the number two
If I win, I'll have your head
Do we have a deal?
Bloody samurai, my sword will never die
Yeah I'm like daredevils
I dare devils to take it to that level
Make 'em dig they own grave
With they own shovels
Sharpshooter, drop helicopters
Black out shadows
'Cause when it's time to ride
It's like pedal to the metal
Full-fledged, beat suicidal
Leave holes with skull heads
Hit your cult for your vault
Leave 'em all dead
And some nice swipe game plus handsome
Hoes hold me ransom get
Mad and throw tantrums
Seven braids like Samson, strength of Job
Since these niggas wanna trip
I make it all unfold
Didn't choose the genie
Didn't choose the leprechaun
Niggas better watch the gravesite
They stepping on
Thinking it's a game I rose him
Now your ass is frozen
Nuclear explosion, we straight West Coastin'
I was born as a soldier
And I'll fight in a field
I'll run like a hunter
And I'll hide in the hills
Bloody samurai, my hate will never die
Bloody samurai, my sword will never die
The street apostle with Roscoe's
That'll burn flesh off your fossil
Make you suck on that nozzle
'fore you swallow these hollows
Clutching a bottle, yeah
I'm a hard act to follow
Nigga, I don't write raps
Little homey, I write novels
Every chapter I capture, the mind of millions
When I slang raps like crack
To the women and children
Bring down the building
Crowd roars oh what a feeling
Feels good like I'm puffing
On that sticky chameleon the street villain
Made most of his money from drug dealing
It's rules to the game
Trust nobody that's squealing
Cuz snitching is a pet peeve
Like a bitch with a bad weave
It's not honor amongst thieves
Nigga deal wit greed
I'm from a breed of real killas
That's cutthroat
That'll front you to work and kill
You if you a buck short bloodsport
Flick you like the butt of my Newport
Or with the butt of my gun
Take that, nigga, run
I come to stop the hollering and screaming
Blaow stop screaming
Make a nigga wish he still dreaming
Since appearing against a ninja
Taught him barbarianism
South Central mental-ism
Like the local news on the local
High school for all this realism
Don't let all the whites go there
Cause all the whites'll go there
Have 'em all braiding they hair
And having tattoos
And street numbers instead of
Good grades from school
It's like ridicule, and what would Jesus do?
If he was standing at apartment
He was beeping with that dizzle
Like a hole ain't enough to end all ridicule
But a hoe'll get real holy enough
To preach and end you
Bloody samurai, my hate will never die
Bloody samurai, my sword will never die
If you win
I'll tell you where to find the number two
If I win, I'll have your head
Do we have a deal?