Woods, The Mighty, Bunten - 2 Dead Boys lyrics
[Woods, The Mighty, Bunten - 2 Dead Boys lyrics]
I'm telling them to get off me
Everyday that I wake I wanna go
Right back to my coffin
I'm ride or die with this rap shit
Lock myself in this lab bitch everyday
That's all I do i think I need rehab quick
Ooh goddamn I'm an addict
With passion that's savage not gonna stop
Till I'm at the top
Doing shows in the Playboy mansion
This paradise in the land of night
Write these poems by the candle light
Its like like I'm a god spit ambiance
To these kids for a little bit of confidence
This grave yard shift is never stopping
Take these med's fuck Mary Popping's
Fuck the world fuck everybody
Light the match then let it burn
Then bump everybody go bump
Time to turn that bass high
Then everybody say bump
These horns on my head they creeping out
Got names in your mouth just keep me out
I'm spitting this image euphoric admissions
Admit it this kid is sick with it ambitious
He kill it with every verse that is written
They sending him bet he is winning
With every second hes been going in
He did it no limit's i'm finished with this
Damn
Back from the crypt with a bitch
Everybody wanna talk shit
But they never really talk shit
When you walk in walk up to a sucker
And he's bout to get hit this shit it hit's
The shit it kicks in the back of your chest
Till a mother fucker sick
I don't really wanna do this anymore
B-B-B-Bunten watchu leaving for?
I'm not get off my cock
So you better back up
Cause you bout to get rocked socked
Knocked right on your ass
I'm coming for the game
So you better run fast
I got my nike's on with that breeze
Pulling in on some G's
You fucking with my team
You better think twice about that dream
Hey Bunten can i tell you something
Something that you never wanted
Anyone to know
Remember when you talked to that one chick
Then you found out that she was a hoe
Damn boy that's like everyday
You tryna play me but you just got played
Cause, I know your game's
And I know your way's
Your a dumb motherfucker with nothing to say
Now I got you by your tounge
Your looking real stupid and
Your slurring like (uhh)
Do you really wanna know how I spit fast
It's the cash it's the mass
It's the time will it last
It's the rise it's the fall
It's the lift it's the crash
It's the drive it ride
It's the rhyme in the vibe
It's the way that I'm
Coming out your speakers that shit
Is the shit that helps
Get me by