Slaine - Say It Twice lyrics

Hey yo, i'm sitting in a kitchen and
I'm pitching my plans
For anybody listening, what?
You ain't listening, man?
Fuck all the jewellery on their
Wrist or their hand
'Cause, I ain't down for the glitz, bitch
I'm pissed at the glam
But, I can capture a moment like
A flick of the cam
High Planes Drifter with my dick in my hand
Walking six feet of sand
I'm talking whiskey and grams
I smile for your girl, that's why
The world is missing me, man
And imagine up in Heaven
Devil's wishing me dead calling me evil
But this ain't no publicity scam
All of the people saying that
They wish that he'd scram
And stop acting like a rebel with


A fist in each hand
Fuck it raw dog, giving me thе itchiest pants
Go ahead and tell thе label
I'm no risky advance
Mr six-Figure when I mix
Liquor and I disfigure
Anybody talking shit saying "Who
Is this wigga?"
I mix drinks stiffer than Christopher Reeves
And get deep throat, make a bitch hiccup
Everybody put your hands up
This is a stick-up
Thick in the club, who is sicker than us?

They call me Mr mr chop Chop, jump shooter
Pop pop dump Rugers in a fucking river
Fuck a cop cop chitty chitty bang bang
I know how to play it right
Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine
I ain't gotta say it twice
Mr mr chop Chop, jump shooter, pop pop
Dump Rugers in a fucking river
Fuck a cop cop chitty chitty bang bang
I know how to play it right
Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine
I ain't gotta say it twice

Order in the court
I don't know why I fucking let
You motherfuckers get to me, man
Order in the court I don't fucking like any
One of you motherfuckers, man
Will the defendant please, sit down
You motherfuckers are crawling my eardrums
Will the defendant please, sit down
I hate every one of you, every one of you

So tell me how in the world
I could be shit on now
There's no stopping me
You could put the kid on trial
They heard me coming with the flavour
Sick of bit-on styles
So get on the bus, but bitch
You'd better sit on down
I'm pitching fire at you, put your mitt on
Pal i'm lonelier than Saddam's cell
Got a perch up in Heaven that I sit on well
Rapper, fuck a movie, hock a loogie
Spit on Hell yeah, that's my steez homie
This ain't even nothing to me
I don't even smoke crack
I'm just into puffing oolies
I ain't gonna pull back with the DMS squad
We can spare a couple but we
Leave the fucking rest scarred
God bless God, I guess you never ever know
If your shit is hitting hard
Like you Sadaharu Oh
I could scare a scarecrow when I
Smoke a bag of 'dro
Coming out the underground and
I'm dragging you below
It's a catastrophe, yo, his agony is broke
Never lagging like the other ones
Who's dragging feet in snow
And Germz hit me up with
The banger beat I know
It's like I'm on a corner pitching
Blow in six feet of snow
I got my pitching game right
So get my name right
This is a bad move, man
This is Slaine's night i maim mics
It's like they think I ain't right slaine 9
11 plane, man, you on the same flight

They call me Mr mr chop Chop, jump shooter
Pop pop dump Rugers in a fucking river
Fuck a cop cop chitty chitty bang bang
I know how to play it right
Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine
I ain't gotta say it twice
Mr mr chop Chop, jump shooter, pop pop
Dump Rugers in a fucking river
Fuck a cop cop chitty chitty bang bang
I know how to play it right
Shitty shitty Slaine Slaine
I ain't gotta say it twice