Testo With Us - Molemen, Cage & Copywrite
Testo della canzone With Us (Molemen, Cage & Copywrite), tratta dall'album Lost Sessions
Somebody better call the cops or throw rocks and smash shit
Cause I'm down to the most intricate ligament detachment action
Closed captions of the gross fractions of the
Percentage of songwriters that host caskets
Wanna see the Cage album or get clapped to hear it?
Bludgeon you to death, minutes later shooting your spirit
Shooting a porn I got a quick role
Empty the clip in this bitch, fuck the
Wound 'til the slugs up in my dickhole
Wasting mine and the crowd's time
Thought you had beef standing there with a cow's spine
And I'm eating the heart
Get beaten apart, hanging with your arms leaking the art
Somebody get this kid a bandage
While I'm stabbing where your adrenaline gland is in front of cameras
Trying to balance a nuclear warhead on your forehead
Pulling soul food through your stomach to dip the cornbread
Fucking with us will leave you stuck in the dirt
With your fiancée and my fingers up in her skirt
Weathermen for life as long as I'm stuck on the earth
And if a bitch don't swallow, what the fuck is she worth?
We get grimy
Haven't showered for days, flies behind me
Grimy
I could pick your lock in six seconds, time me
Grimy
I give a shit if you like me or don't like me
As long as when you see us you keep your mouth locked tightly
You'll shit your drawers before I spit two bars
I'm everything you're ashamed to admit you are
When God said "Let there be light," I appeared
You thought I debuted on World Premiere? I was here
Made a blind man tell me what color my eyes are
Made a deaf girl complain of what level the highs are
Last one to cyph with us, I sliced him up
For whom I'm shitting on
You ain't nice enough to waste a written on
The Weathermen, we coming up to get you
I can't think of a stage name dumb enough to fit you
I'll hit you with six 2x4s, crews I floor
Pick up his watch, turn to his bitch like "You my whore"
I'm too hot, stop this man
When I was born, third degree burns were left on the doctor's hands
You want mine? The mic's your dad's buckle
These punchlines are spiked with brass knuckles
Underwater I breathe and move quicker than you
I know heads that been dead for decades sicker than you
Then my dog, I'll sic him on you
And my pets are vicious, I'm the owner, go fetch my slippers
Besides us it ain't too many ripping
My brainstorm floods with enough thought for y'all to skinny dip in
And I forever burn steady since Adam was put in a garden
If y'all weren't ready you shouldn't have started
Fucking with us will leave you stuck in the dirt
With your fiancée and my fingers up in her skirt
Weathermen for life as long as I'm stuck on the earth
And if a bitch don't swallow, what the fuck is she worth?
We get grimy
Haven't showered for days, flies behind me
Grimy
I could pick your lock in six seconds, time me
Grimy
I give a shit if you like me or don't like me
As long as when you see us you keep your mouth locked tightly
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Johnta M. Austin, Terry Steven Lewis, James Samuel Harris Iii, Manuel Lonnie Seal Jr.
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