Songtexte Eruption - Ruff As Gutz

When ya head on the ground n ya bleeding out thru ya mother fuckin nose pussy

EAST SIDE

I see them actin quite reluctant
Like my taxes I deduct them
Flowing hotter than molten lava
Exploding like ERUPTIONS
Ya ears about to rupture from a godly type structure
Struck wit lighting
Clap the thunder
Now ya brothers in the gutter
Mothers I'm a mess
Always stressed
Put two bullets in my head
cos that's only way I'll ever get to rest
Don't ever second guess
They milk their bars like lactating breast
Then let it set so they can spread a bit of butter on their bread
I'm making cheques
Tell ya king to speak wit his chest
Cos the only game we playin here's Chess
Make a move n get checked mate
Me n my homies came from Hell's Gate
Navigated our way to the surface here to dominate
My mental states ferocious
I'm mixing drugs like it's potion
Never vocal
But outspoken
Chose to rap cos trapping's home to broken dreams
I'm done wit dirty schemes
I just doubled up in cream
Like some Brie
Getting gassed from all this fuckin cheese
Yea
So what chu know about my team son
Nothing brother
Cos we from the coast where we move like ghosts
These silent streets we creep like Grim Reapers
The grit speaker
We scuffing up ya boys like abrasive paper
Nah we don't ever need a hold razors
Wit a mind as sharp as mine ya in danger
When in range
I take aim
My rhymes peppered to taste
Ya wasting time re-writing lines
So yours copy n paste
Ha

They all sounding the same

Ayo tell them Real H

They say my name in vain
I spit the pain because it's written in their shirt
I put them thru the ring like it's McGregor doin work
Fitness First
Behind the scenes I heard they trynna lurk
But imma stop them in their tracks
Then imma hit them wit the flank like its WW2 Tanks
Breaking banks
This a thanks
To who ever let the psycho loose
Now I'm riding thru ya troops
Shoulda left me in the noose
Cos now it's vengeance in the booth
Y'all in trouble
I got goons but the neck
Drive the body off a Sydney harbor jetty in a stolen Corvette
Holding thirty dirty checks
I get dirty wit the tech
Hold it steady leave them running outta breathe
Like a Military test
No drilling here
I just racketeer
Sending fear thru their ears
Bars illicit that's a prison visit from the rear
Ya talkin mad smack dog
But we all knowing why you disappear
ERRHH
Fuckin wit the gang now I'm in psycho mode
they selling souls
I'm dying bro
Cos I would never run a Travis show
Tell these bitches suck a dick
Give a fuck about ya promo n ya lil whore photos
It's Real H

Gutsy kill them

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