Casper - Homocide songtext (lyrics)
Benjamin Griffey
[Casper - Homocide songtext lyrics]
Lesson number one: I'm fresher
Than all MCs combined
Number two: your shit's
Doubtful like surviving
In a field full of mines damn right
Walk up in your venue
Passively millenium Vietnam
During the last time at your high school prom
Freshman hunting season take him
Rather the broadcast get your smart ass off
Swallin' a gallon of car gas
My car smashed a tree
Her rover landed in mud imagine this
I wrote this lyrics with the
Last drips of my blood
There is something drooling under the
Bed, grabbing for legs, bloodshed
It's going down baby
The comic wallpapers now blood red
It's sunset - a lounge
Surrounded by nymphomaniac lesbians
Act a fool, clap around, get crazy
Drunk to the fest again
Act a fool mo'fucker -
Get skin-stripped alive
A hydra beast compared to me is
Like a cake versus a knife
Never try to teach your pitbull new tricks
I get psyched up like Kubrick
Whoop your ass like kung-fu-flicks
Slip your throat, slit your
Wrist, kill your wife, bumping this
And your life follows it
This is it: homocide
Slip your throat, slit your wrist
Let your kids bumping this
And your life follows it
This is it: homocide
H-o-m-o-c-i-d-e h-o-m-o-c-i-d-e
Never seem to win less hit's in a trailblazer
Written in sages, rap so sharp I piss razors
Alright, bitch, take one, get one free
My style's unlimited like Eckowear
Hot like Beyonce
Join the hardest pool contest anyday
I led a porn with midgets, nonsense
But cool anyway
Non-metaphorical strictly in your face shit
The composition which I blasted
Tasted like blood, divine intervention
Intentions that killed humanity
The H bomb was my invention
Clumsy enter the house, left a segment
Don’t know why it always seemed to
Get in fights with pregnant women
Steady sitting
Celebrate partys on jewish graveyards
Save for funerals to die for
My shit like Braveheart
Known criminal in dark years
One hundred thirty three
Murder me and certainly return
For facial surgery tracks like shotgun
Blow your brain and spurt all over
Too much soda, run over rap like a bulldozer
Never stop talking, worse than a bartender
Propaganda dressed up as a mall santa
Pretend a heart attack-fake
Then blow shit up with a fake device
Devilish evil
For sex I get beat up by naked dikes
Hitchhike, forbid a rhyme, cause silence
Snuck into a police bus
Slit his throat and stole
His driver's license
Than all MCs combined
Number two: your shit's
Doubtful like surviving
In a field full of mines damn right
Walk up in your venue
Passively millenium Vietnam
During the last time at your high school prom
Freshman hunting season take him
Rather the broadcast get your smart ass off
Swallin' a gallon of car gas
My car smashed a tree
Her rover landed in mud imagine this
I wrote this lyrics with the
Last drips of my blood
There is something drooling under the
Bed, grabbing for legs, bloodshed
It's going down baby
The comic wallpapers now blood red
It's sunset - a lounge
Surrounded by nymphomaniac lesbians
Act a fool, clap around, get crazy
Drunk to the fest again
Act a fool mo'fucker -
Get skin-stripped alive
A hydra beast compared to me is
Like a cake versus a knife
Never try to teach your pitbull new tricks
I get psyched up like Kubrick
Whoop your ass like kung-fu-flicks
Slip your throat, slit your
Wrist, kill your wife, bumping this
And your life follows it
This is it: homocide
Slip your throat, slit your wrist
Let your kids bumping this
And your life follows it
This is it: homocide
H-o-m-o-c-i-d-e h-o-m-o-c-i-d-e
Never seem to win less hit's in a trailblazer
Written in sages, rap so sharp I piss razors
Alright, bitch, take one, get one free
My style's unlimited like Eckowear
Hot like Beyonce
Join the hardest pool contest anyday
I led a porn with midgets, nonsense
But cool anyway
Non-metaphorical strictly in your face shit
The composition which I blasted
Tasted like blood, divine intervention
Intentions that killed humanity
The H bomb was my invention
Clumsy enter the house, left a segment
Don’t know why it always seemed to
Get in fights with pregnant women
Steady sitting
Celebrate partys on jewish graveyards
Save for funerals to die for
My shit like Braveheart
Known criminal in dark years
One hundred thirty three
Murder me and certainly return
For facial surgery tracks like shotgun
Blow your brain and spurt all over
Too much soda, run over rap like a bulldozer
Never stop talking, worse than a bartender
Propaganda dressed up as a mall santa
Pretend a heart attack-fake
Then blow shit up with a fake device
Devilish evil
For sex I get beat up by naked dikes
Hitchhike, forbid a rhyme, cause silence
Snuck into a police bus
Slit his throat and stole
His driver's license