The Flying Dutchmen - 357 lyrics
[The Flying Dutchmen - 357 lyrics]
Night after night, it repeats
An exciting romance
Night after night, it repeats
An exciting romance
The beat savage
Throw the heat to your cabbage
Defeat you weak bastards
The meek shall inherit
Dutchmen will crush men, commercial rappers
Fuck them it's on the radio, it sucks then
We don't even discuss them
We laugh at 'em then crack a Sam Adams
In black with bandannas
Get blasted with mad hammers
357 to his face, make the faggot say, "Oh"
Watch the crowd run faster than track meets
Big bitches with fat feet
Sprinting speeds that exceed
Olympian athletes
I love the sound when I bust the
Pound and watch people rush around
Tripping over trashcans and some
Hit the fuckin' ground
It lasts forever, in my heart and my soul
I get the same feeling every
Time it starts to unfold
Get chills up my spine when
It starts to unload
With some pills and some la
And spark at my foes, i can hear it
I hear the voice of the crowd
It will last forever
Locked in my heart, kept away
Like a stolen treasure
The Flying Dutchmen, fire iron when rushin'
The lights, sirens, percussion
They whilin' violent, it's nothin'
To get it started
My clique hit's the hardest
The fifth kick like Bruce Lee flicks
This shit retarded
The game of death, put the flame to ya flesh
David Koresh, Heaven's gate, fate
Playin' with X or like a 9
11 tower in the eleventh hour
A demon knight, the Bimmer's right
Feel the weapons shower the anti-Christ
Anti-thesis for a man with Jesus
Who jam them heaters for your
Chains and your fancy sneakers
Rims and tinted cars, cherry scented cigars
Faced with a three to six
They snitchin' or tellin' it all
I play the back when this foul weather risin'
Dutchmen disgustin', now, forever risin'
Storm cloud off of the shore
We bring the tide in
Starwind on assignment, motherfucker
I hear the voice of the crowd
It will last forever
Locked in my heart, kept away
Like a stolen treasure
An exciting romance
Night after night, it repeats
An exciting romance
The beat savage
Throw the heat to your cabbage
Defeat you weak bastards
The meek shall inherit
Dutchmen will crush men, commercial rappers
Fuck them it's on the radio, it sucks then
We don't even discuss them
We laugh at 'em then crack a Sam Adams
In black with bandannas
Get blasted with mad hammers
357 to his face, make the faggot say, "Oh"
Watch the crowd run faster than track meets
Big bitches with fat feet
Sprinting speeds that exceed
Olympian athletes
I love the sound when I bust the
Pound and watch people rush around
Tripping over trashcans and some
Hit the fuckin' ground
It lasts forever, in my heart and my soul
I get the same feeling every
Time it starts to unfold
Get chills up my spine when
It starts to unload
With some pills and some la
And spark at my foes, i can hear it
I hear the voice of the crowd
It will last forever
Locked in my heart, kept away
Like a stolen treasure
The Flying Dutchmen, fire iron when rushin'
The lights, sirens, percussion
They whilin' violent, it's nothin'
To get it started
My clique hit's the hardest
The fifth kick like Bruce Lee flicks
This shit retarded
The game of death, put the flame to ya flesh
David Koresh, Heaven's gate, fate
Playin' with X or like a 9
11 tower in the eleventh hour
A demon knight, the Bimmer's right
Feel the weapons shower the anti-Christ
Anti-thesis for a man with Jesus
Who jam them heaters for your
Chains and your fancy sneakers
Rims and tinted cars, cherry scented cigars
Faced with a three to six
They snitchin' or tellin' it all
I play the back when this foul weather risin'
Dutchmen disgustin', now, forever risin'
Storm cloud off of the shore
We bring the tide in
Starwind on assignment, motherfucker
I hear the voice of the crowd
It will last forever
Locked in my heart, kept away
Like a stolen treasure