Testo Animal - Bizarre feat. King Gordy & Razaaq
Testo della canzone Animal (Bizarre feat. King Gordy & Razaaq), tratta dall'album DJ Smokey Gray Presents Compilation Album Volume 9
Bitch I'm a lion, a fucking animal caged
I hunger for human meat and I ain't ate in days
I'm a gorilla, I like to beat on my chest
If there's a rumble in the jungle
We gon' fight to the death
Because, we are animals
Wanna die? Call on Bizarre
Catch you at the bar, bite like a St. Bernard
It's all good, taking up boxing
You gon' be dodging and weaving when the 9 start popping
Let's sniff this line, let's smoke this wet
Right before I shoot up Virginia Tech
I'm in prison in the hole, digging for the gold
And I ain't coming out 'til I'm a hundred and four
Black Benz truck, weaved the fuck up
Two in the morning, picking Daphne Kevorkian up
Two thousand for a murder, five thousand for Dajuan Sims
Fifty thousand? Shit, I'll kill Eminem
Black four-five, who wanna die?
I swear I'll shoot any nigga standing outside
I don't care if he's your guy, Bizarre get high
A two-five? I'll shoot a nigga's wife
Fucking blunder, sniffing coke in the land down under
Taking off on the broads, Perv Apasta breaking laws
I'm a whoremonger, fucking your bitch cause she's younger
Stone cold bitches, I got a couple old bitches
Perv Apasta, did more 'caine than Todd Bridges
Horrific, Perv was married and had bitches
Fucking a pill popper, selling cocaine to a copper
Home alone, getting stoned off this vodka
I'm riding shotgun, motherfuckers call me Chewbacca
Han Solo pass me the powder, bout to blast me a coward
Fornicating with mamas, so I can stay in some drama
Lifestyle destructive, fucking prostitutes that's seductive
Kidnap a kinky bitch, if there's a problem
Send a motherfucker my way
Perv, do more lines than you see on the highway
The same car as I ride in
I'm from the jungle but see my jungle is like no other
They scurvy, grimy motherfuckers, I'm talking 'bout the east side
Detroit, Michigan, where we ride
With nothing less than a semi, I'm from Van Dyke
Where a man will get his hands tied, mouth taped, spouse raped
And I ain't got an out date, bitch!
Oh I'm riding up Gratiot
Flashing a mag at everybody passing, laughing
I'm crazy, who's saying you can't tame me?
So you get angry, try to contain and hang me
But they scared, they were never prepared
For a terrorist wearing his hair just like the devil
I'm an animal, I run with a crook
Bizarre sniffs coke off my kid's coloring books
I'm cutthroat, please believe me
I'll put a hole in your head the size of a CD!
Credits
Writer(s): Greg Kurstin, Kesha Sebert, Luke Gottwald, Pebe Sebert
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