paroles de chanson TYRANNOSAURUS - The Kevin Bennett

Bitch, I look like a Tyrannosaurus
I look like a Tyrannosaurus
Bitch, I look like a Tyrannosaurus

They don't want it with a king
They ain't bout to do a thing
Snap my fingers only once
Service all like "Did you ring?"

Better stay under the radar
Saving yourself from the graveyard
Stepping to me with a face off, tear your face off

People tell me that I'm power tripping
Take a look at where the crown is sitting
Every time that I come around
Everybody gonna bow
And if not, then it's off with his head

Evil villain, narcissistic
Part sadistic, heart nonexistent
Articulate bars, a whole monster
Will put a carcass up in a coffin
I'm carnivorous

Starving a bit for competition
Wanna battle with a beast? Not a smart decision
Plenty cattle for the beef that I want
Let's stick a fork in it
Well done when I slaughter victims

Start to finish, sharp precision
Do it my way, disregard opinions
Royal living, order minions
Only one way when in charge of kingdoms

Ya'll gonna get the invite for war
With the one half man, half dinosaur
Sound byte chomp down with a lion force
Tiger roar, ripping out spinal cords

And like Kevorkian, we'll take you by the morgue
Your life no more and sticking you inside a drawer
Now wipe the entire floor, we can hide the gore
Disguise the horror!

Bitch, I look like a Tyrannosaurus
I look like a Tyrannosaurus
Bitch, I look like a Tyrannosaurus

They don't want it with a king
They ain't bout to do a thing
Snap my fingers only once
Service all like "Did you ring?"

Better stay under the radar
Saving yourself from the graveyard
Stepping to me with a face off, tear your face off

Hard to contain all my animal rage
Can't hold me back even trapped in a cage
Bars will be bending and latches will break
And the moment I'm out, I'ma snap vertebrates

Fuck out my way, I got magma to make
Fire I spit, set a castle ablaze
They wanted the smoke, I put ash in the tray
When you talking that shit, you put gas on the flame

Chips on my shoulders, it look like a bag full of lays
I'ma cave in a couple rib cages and place 'em up on a plate
With a little cajun for taste, tell me where the propane?

You can't handle heat, so grab a sleeve
You all lack the cream like all black caffeine
It's no cappuccino, man catching steam
He spits on the mic what a dragon breathes

Pull a flow outta my pocket like sipping a canteen
When you waking up a monster, it turn to a bad dream
Don't you try to make an enemy, think of a plan b
Don't you try to be a hero, just leave it to stan lee

Address the beast with "Your majesty"
If not, that's illegal, contact the police
This ain't what you want, so back on your knees
The last thing you want is combat with me