Brown Bag AllStars - Rottweilers lyrics
[Brown Bag AllStars - Rottweilers lyrics]
Left them redder then venison
Obsessive, Compulsive stressed and repulsive
Veneering menacing went off of my medicine
Life is a chess game they
Learning that they reps fake
Denying it time and time, they best wait
So checkmate they know from the start
They flooding in like Noah's ark
These rappers all fell off years
Ago like Owen Hart
With open heart to save them before
The Undertaker had to take em'
And the angels waited over with the boats
Just to embrace em' and enslave em'
They staying contemplating while we
Carefully calculate each move
Before we make 'em
Like Doc said we just don't
Like you and your mans, and all
My claws of adamantium believe me
There's no chance for them
Rollin' bumping Onyx in that caddy
That I'm lamping in
You know the wrath is, massive ass
Kim Dash's, Big asses
Hit bastards, lit matches
Spit gases, Backdraft had 'em do 6 backflips
Bitch asses what!
Ayo, we Rottweilers fuck 10, we top-fivers
As soon as we come in
These talkers are non-violent
We Rottweilers y'all biters are non-rhymers
'Cause you ain't got the numbers
To stomach the dogpilers!
For every quote, I script, go sit, relax
Y'all could hold my dick
Drag it across the concrete to Motor Inn
Slumpbagging, nut-fucking, nut off them
Pump rapping
One half, this ass that I love grabbing
Come back in sayonara
Most just live today and die tomorrow
Shouldn't have a deal if God endorsed
You with a silent offer
Mark it on my calendar
Peace to Jenny Hendrix
I spark a whole ounce of spliffs
We can get expensive
You look at life as violent
I took it like a challenge
I come from half a family
Been booked in Rikers Island
My words cut tradition
This verse dug your ditches
Even Kool Herc didn't put 'cool'
First to fit in your girl dyed her hair red
Just because Rihanna did it
I fucked her 'cause they looked alike and
Tell you on the honor system beats bangin'
I skeet drag it through the mud
Speech pattern has 'em in a wagon
Time to lose your luck
Ayo, we Rottweilers fuck 10, we top-fivers
As soon as we come in
These talkers are non-violent
We Rottweilers y'all biters are non-rhymers
'Cause you ain't got the numbers
To stomach the dogpilers!
I am but a different breed
I do nothing but eat pussy and piss on trees
Like feeble monkies pitching you're weak
Shit, it be missing me
They bitching 'bout how they doubted him
Now they all wishing he'd leave
Ain't enough room to maneuver
Let alone room to just breathe
When he's on the set
That shit wrecks your plans when he's rocking
So put your hands in your pocket
And offer up what you got, shit
He's not as nice as you Doc
That's what I'm used to, crews chalking
All Star Wars we all beef like Chewbacca
Who shot ya? I mean, who bought your album?
You talk a little loud for
Someone coming softer than Talcum
You act a little proud for someone
Dumbing down that's from my tongue
The outcome is cash cheque and
Forget where their styles from
See, I'm numb from listening
To what you promote
You claiming 'hard' like what comes between
Your gums and your throat
This shit's bizarre so you love Hip-Hop
But look what you wrote
I like it raw, bitch, that's nothing
But the dog in my though, oh
Ayo, we Rottweilers fuck 10, we top-fivers
As soon as we come in
These talkers are non-violent
We Rottweilers y'all biters are non-rhymers
'Cause you ain't got the numbers
To stomach the dogpilers!
We Rottweilers
We the truth like God's Honest
Eating off the messes we made like dog vomit
Got your girl gargling balls of balsamic
We stand on top of the sun and swap comets
But y'all might of
Caught cases of Alzheimers
If you forgetting that this could
End with your jaw wired
This is Pulp Fiction
You picking the wrong diner
Direct scenes of misery like Rob Reiner
Fuck making a band, duct tape, and saran
Wrapped up, act up, dumped straight in a van
Thug, ain't what I am
But come play with my fam and we gon'
Need to de lapse bloodstains from my hands
My balls Everglade i'm Soul Khan
The road dog is swinging like heavy chain
My scars never fade
You're so soft when you gone they'll
Be pouring out nice hot lemonade!
Ayo, we Rottweilers fuck 10, we top-fivers
As soon as we come in
These talkers are non-violent
We Rottweilers y'all biters are non-rhymers
'Cause you ain't got the numbers
To stomach the dogpilers!
Obsessive, Compulsive stressed and repulsive
Veneering menacing went off of my medicine
Life is a chess game they
Learning that they reps fake
Denying it time and time, they best wait
So checkmate they know from the start
They flooding in like Noah's ark
These rappers all fell off years
Ago like Owen Hart
With open heart to save them before
The Undertaker had to take em'
And the angels waited over with the boats
Just to embrace em' and enslave em'
They staying contemplating while we
Carefully calculate each move
Before we make 'em
Like Doc said we just don't
Like you and your mans, and all
My claws of adamantium believe me
There's no chance for them
Rollin' bumping Onyx in that caddy
That I'm lamping in
You know the wrath is, massive ass
Kim Dash's, Big asses
Hit bastards, lit matches
Spit gases, Backdraft had 'em do 6 backflips
Bitch asses what!
Ayo, we Rottweilers fuck 10, we top-fivers
As soon as we come in
These talkers are non-violent
We Rottweilers y'all biters are non-rhymers
'Cause you ain't got the numbers
To stomach the dogpilers!
For every quote, I script, go sit, relax
Y'all could hold my dick
Drag it across the concrete to Motor Inn
Slumpbagging, nut-fucking, nut off them
Pump rapping
One half, this ass that I love grabbing
Come back in sayonara
Most just live today and die tomorrow
Shouldn't have a deal if God endorsed
You with a silent offer
Mark it on my calendar
Peace to Jenny Hendrix
I spark a whole ounce of spliffs
We can get expensive
You look at life as violent
I took it like a challenge
I come from half a family
Been booked in Rikers Island
My words cut tradition
This verse dug your ditches
Even Kool Herc didn't put 'cool'
First to fit in your girl dyed her hair red
Just because Rihanna did it
I fucked her 'cause they looked alike and
Tell you on the honor system beats bangin'
I skeet drag it through the mud
Speech pattern has 'em in a wagon
Time to lose your luck
Ayo, we Rottweilers fuck 10, we top-fivers
As soon as we come in
These talkers are non-violent
We Rottweilers y'all biters are non-rhymers
'Cause you ain't got the numbers
To stomach the dogpilers!
I am but a different breed
I do nothing but eat pussy and piss on trees
Like feeble monkies pitching you're weak
Shit, it be missing me
They bitching 'bout how they doubted him
Now they all wishing he'd leave
Ain't enough room to maneuver
Let alone room to just breathe
When he's on the set
That shit wrecks your plans when he's rocking
So put your hands in your pocket
And offer up what you got, shit
He's not as nice as you Doc
That's what I'm used to, crews chalking
All Star Wars we all beef like Chewbacca
Who shot ya? I mean, who bought your album?
You talk a little loud for
Someone coming softer than Talcum
You act a little proud for someone
Dumbing down that's from my tongue
The outcome is cash cheque and
Forget where their styles from
See, I'm numb from listening
To what you promote
You claiming 'hard' like what comes between
Your gums and your throat
This shit's bizarre so you love Hip-Hop
But look what you wrote
I like it raw, bitch, that's nothing
But the dog in my though, oh
Ayo, we Rottweilers fuck 10, we top-fivers
As soon as we come in
These talkers are non-violent
We Rottweilers y'all biters are non-rhymers
'Cause you ain't got the numbers
To stomach the dogpilers!
We Rottweilers
We the truth like God's Honest
Eating off the messes we made like dog vomit
Got your girl gargling balls of balsamic
We stand on top of the sun and swap comets
But y'all might of
Caught cases of Alzheimers
If you forgetting that this could
End with your jaw wired
This is Pulp Fiction
You picking the wrong diner
Direct scenes of misery like Rob Reiner
Fuck making a band, duct tape, and saran
Wrapped up, act up, dumped straight in a van
Thug, ain't what I am
But come play with my fam and we gon'
Need to de lapse bloodstains from my hands
My balls Everglade i'm Soul Khan
The road dog is swinging like heavy chain
My scars never fade
You're so soft when you gone they'll
Be pouring out nice hot lemonade!
Ayo, we Rottweilers fuck 10, we top-fivers
As soon as we come in
These talkers are non-violent
We Rottweilers y'all biters are non-rhymers
'Cause you ain't got the numbers
To stomach the dogpilers!