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  • Текст песни Snak The Ripper - 13 - Until Yer Dead

    Исполнитель: Snak The Ripper
    Название песни: 13 - Until Yer Dead
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    SNAK THE RIPPER - UNTIL YER DEAD

    [Verse 1]

    Yo, I'mma' be brief, let me tell you how I'm livin'
    I be finna' criminal the life that I was given
    Shit ain't easy bein' poor, just try'na stay driven
    The sins I've commited probably never be forgiven
    The bills are piling up, you can hear it if you listen
    That's the sounds of all the opertunities I'm missin'
    My record label think that I don't need a pot to piss in
    Don't be suprised if you hear that Scott got sent to prison
    Cause' I'm feeling kind'a fed up with my current situation
    My currency is low, like the level of my patience
    Pacing round the crib thinking bout' doing something rash
    Like, calling you for drugs and snatching up your fuckin' stash
    Pokets never deep, got me crazy for the cash
    Show me a beat and watch it get completely fuckin' smashed
    Tryin'a focus on these obstacles and go and obtain
    But, not a grain of motivation left inside my brian

    [Chorus]

    I've lost control and I don't know if I can get it back again
    My heart is cold and black and probably be like that until the end
    I realise your lies are just disguised to get inside my head
    Look in my eyes, I'll be screaming "fuck yer life" until you're dead

    [Verse 2]

    I'll stab your wrist sockets, for try'na dig into my pockets
    The game to the bitch clones and dick jockers
    With flip-phones and wrist watches
    Fuckin around with me will leave you prone to voo-doo and witch-doctors
    We some shit-talkers, but you know we walk the walk
    Every watch has gotta' stop at twenty after for a glock
    If you don't like the way I rap then you can suck my cock
    Like an oral can of four to score motherfuckin' rock-s-s-s-s
    This is music for the lowlifes, dirtbags and those types
    That understand I'm just tryin'a expand my green like grow lights
    Flows that are so tight, they make your head explode like
    The tyre on an old bike, ridden by an old dyke
    Vocabulary's scarier and hairier than a pitbull terrier
    Just tryin'a fuck the game, you go ahead and marry her
    Cause' when I'm done, easy, take her out back and bury her
    This is the disease, and, you are now the carrier

    [Chorus]

    I've lost control and I don't know if I can get it back again
    My heart is cold and black and probably be like that until the end
    I realise your lies are just disguised to get inside my head
    Look in my eyes, I'll be screaming "fuck yer life" until you're dead

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