S.A. Smash, Cage - Smash TV lyrics
[S.A. Smash, Cage - Smash TV lyrics]
Jill, I love you i love you too Steve
I want to be with you, and only you
But what do we do with Trevor?
I mean we live together, I've had his baby
It would be good if something
Bad happened to Trevor (Oh My God) What?
Trevor! Steve trevor steve
(Static)
Can't transform, Need more energy stuff ahh
(Keep trying Toddimus Prime)
God I'm serious, I really can't transform
(Keep trying Toddimus Prime)
Shit, What are you doing standing there i'm
I'm transforming
(Keep trying Toddimus Prime)
(Static)
Hello kids, welcome to Jingly Wiggly's!
(Singing)
Bring your friends, bring your friends
(Static)
Hey, Hey kid
Look at me when I'm talking to you
Hey look! Look at me
Hey, you want watch some real shit?
Sick of that stupid show there?
Do me a favor see your
Mom's purse over there?
Go get your Mom's credit card out here
Let's go buy us some fucking beer kid
Let's go
It's Smash TV
Turn up the volume it's that easy
I wrote a rhyme
But don't remember the content
It was something like (Uh) Suck my dick!
Wait a minute, no it didn't, it was more like
Baby if you want to dance then it's alright
All my niggas wanna lamp, it's alright
Just keep the box cutter
In your pants alright
Nigga you don't want problems
Why you acting up
You've seen it happen through the
Bottom of the plastic cup you pop shit
Cause you bored as hell
The cops get onto the spot quick
He's going to jail
It's like three strikes and
You're home for life
I live on the streets where
They own your life
Shit, I be a rebel in the game
Trying to make moves
But the devils in the way
So I hit him with a
Motherfucking shovel in the face
Crack! And it's like that, shovel in the face
Give her some crack, give her some coke
Put her in the back of the room
Give her some smoke
Call me a lad, anonymous (Static)
Drop it like it's hot, rob her like a spot
Put the crack in the pot
Cook it up clean, look at the steam
Its coming out the top of the pot
Grabbing on my crotch (Hes here)
20 years young, I'm still young
But, I'm gonna have sex till
My dick gets numb
Oh, What the fuck, What the hell
Seat check bitch niggas get fucked in jail
Get the check
(static) give me some sex (Static)
Don't act Restless, you'll end up a dead
(Static) Dandy so if you trying to do me
Come over here and lay down so I can
Put my fucking eye on your coochie
Hoes in the spot, hold up a
Spot, hold up a Glock, pop
Put a hole in the cop controlling the block
Turn on the TV
Smash the SA with an IN-S-A-N-E
Heater smoking till it's lungs empty
Your neck all cold
Let me put that heat on it
While I shoot up the concrete where
You had feet on it
Human ammo and is a transport of a martyrdom
Pistol smoked him, Knife carved the carbonum
Used to give a fuck
Now it's fuck what I'm giving
I envy the dead
Super anarchy coupe or your sanity
Awake in my sleep, my days don't get darker
My hearts blacker than my North Face parka
Sniff the brains, stitch the pain
My heads tighter and the horse on my Lo
Is dragging a dead rider
Feel me, put your guns up
If you ain't got one cop one for the wip
Lace the crib with a pen and shotgun
And let the cops come after the storm hit
Peace of mind on a fork
New York stay dormant (7: 30 The New Left)
I want to be with you, and only you
But what do we do with Trevor?
I mean we live together, I've had his baby
It would be good if something
Bad happened to Trevor (Oh My God) What?
Trevor! Steve trevor steve
(Static)
Can't transform, Need more energy stuff ahh
(Keep trying Toddimus Prime)
God I'm serious, I really can't transform
(Keep trying Toddimus Prime)
Shit, What are you doing standing there i'm
I'm transforming
(Keep trying Toddimus Prime)
(Static)
Hello kids, welcome to Jingly Wiggly's!
(Singing)
Bring your friends, bring your friends
(Static)
Hey, Hey kid
Look at me when I'm talking to you
Hey look! Look at me
Hey, you want watch some real shit?
Sick of that stupid show there?
Do me a favor see your
Mom's purse over there?
Go get your Mom's credit card out here
Let's go buy us some fucking beer kid
Let's go
It's Smash TV
Turn up the volume it's that easy
I wrote a rhyme
But don't remember the content
It was something like (Uh) Suck my dick!
Wait a minute, no it didn't, it was more like
Baby if you want to dance then it's alright
All my niggas wanna lamp, it's alright
Just keep the box cutter
In your pants alright
Nigga you don't want problems
Why you acting up
You've seen it happen through the
Bottom of the plastic cup you pop shit
Cause you bored as hell
The cops get onto the spot quick
He's going to jail
It's like three strikes and
You're home for life
I live on the streets where
They own your life
Shit, I be a rebel in the game
Trying to make moves
But the devils in the way
So I hit him with a
Motherfucking shovel in the face
Crack! And it's like that, shovel in the face
Give her some crack, give her some coke
Put her in the back of the room
Give her some smoke
Call me a lad, anonymous (Static)
Drop it like it's hot, rob her like a spot
Put the crack in the pot
Cook it up clean, look at the steam
Its coming out the top of the pot
Grabbing on my crotch (Hes here)
20 years young, I'm still young
But, I'm gonna have sex till
My dick gets numb
Oh, What the fuck, What the hell
Seat check bitch niggas get fucked in jail
Get the check
(static) give me some sex (Static)
Don't act Restless, you'll end up a dead
(Static) Dandy so if you trying to do me
Come over here and lay down so I can
Put my fucking eye on your coochie
Hoes in the spot, hold up a
Spot, hold up a Glock, pop
Put a hole in the cop controlling the block
Turn on the TV
Smash the SA with an IN-S-A-N-E
Heater smoking till it's lungs empty
Your neck all cold
Let me put that heat on it
While I shoot up the concrete where
You had feet on it
Human ammo and is a transport of a martyrdom
Pistol smoked him, Knife carved the carbonum
Used to give a fuck
Now it's fuck what I'm giving
I envy the dead
Super anarchy coupe or your sanity
Awake in my sleep, my days don't get darker
My hearts blacker than my North Face parka
Sniff the brains, stitch the pain
My heads tighter and the horse on my Lo
Is dragging a dead rider
Feel me, put your guns up
If you ain't got one cop one for the wip
Lace the crib with a pen and shotgun
And let the cops come after the storm hit
Peace of mind on a fork
New York stay dormant (7: 30 The New Left)