paroles de chanson Overdose - DJ Screw , K-Rino

Yeah
It's your boy, MC Whipper Cream, and you have now entered
That motherfucking danger zone with that damn fool, K-Rino
The title of this motherfucker is Overdose
Now, overdose could mean too much of anything, like too much of
Some good pussy, turning a real homeboy into a player hater
Maybe a tight-ass car could be an overdose
You taking all your money to fix it up just
So your homeboys can jack your punk ass
Overdose
Errrrr
Duck from the swing of the knife with the
Righteous mind state elevates to eternal life
Message to the black man, Federal Express, plus a Bruce
Lee crush to the chest, may he rest in a box made of
Pine 'cause he ain't a swine, time to design a new rhyme
Count the massacres in every line
Damage to equipment, vocal onslaught
Two or three microphones testified in the court that I
Broke 'em when I choked 'em and left 'em in the waste
Same cases all the ignorant individuals that I faced over
The years with my black book, dropping the radical coke
Rhymes be crippling to a Tyson punch
With brass knuckles to your throat
When I state God made me great, I slash and
Then I wait to crush the type of man I hate
They choked and hyperventilate
We playing a game but there ain't no ref
I'm blocking your right, bruising your left
By this oomph I'm using, you're choosing your death
I'm sounding like this 'cause I'm losing my breath
What?
I gain it right back and give a brain scan
I'm a planet, you just a piece of a grain of sand
Who can compare with me when the overdose is done?
I saw one a million years back, but he the closest one
No pork, no beef, let me make that clear
I don't smoke the weed or drink the beer
I was taught by a genius to the 10th power
I devour at 10 million miles an hour
Hmm
Let me see, how should I flip it?
Like a flapjack or a blasted gymnastic?
I gets tragic
What?
Smother your ass like gravy, except I use hot plastic
I gets drastic
Need a favor, just ask it
Damn
Then I hit your ass in the face with a pot full of razor blades
Thousands of cuts are what the razor made
My shit was tailor-made for this killer trade
Black man, you better loc up 'cause these here is killing days
That's all you get
My knowledge is so deep, I fuck around and just levitate
All inferior motherfuckers better wait- What?
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For a better day, like a hippy would say
My shit is heavy, man, your bullshit is featherweight
Quench that, nigga
It's AC Chill again
Just like a Tasmanian devil, I fuck around and go into a killer spin
Yeah
That's when I kill you then
Mm-hmm
If you're thinking about double-teaming me, you can forget that shit
I'll fuck around and build a twin
I'm feeling the villain in ru with a million
I murder myself and I'm willing to kill again
Um, rude boy ducking and flexing but nothing and crackling, troubling
Losing and struggling, body count doubling, blood is rebubbling
When I bang these hands will cut you plenty, don't want
None of me 'cause one of me is much too many and me
Wonderful mayhem and sexing never been- I ain't been there
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But I never been unbreakable, capable of pivoting
No period, no giving in, flow electric really hectic
My description so wretched- Come on
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That the crucifixion sketch it when I flex it
Gonna run and hide from homicide
I commit suicide just to make sure you die
Here it goes
Overdose
Give me one for my pistol, two for the Gulf Coast steady creeping
Up on us, creeping like cows before the murdering scopes
Kicking that fly shit, why try it?
Impossible to blow me
You got my name off in your mouth but motherfucker you don't know me
Fool, I'm felony
Ain't tripping, trying to hear that shit you spitting
Original hit man, breaking 'em off, making 'em sink like quicksand
Yeah, I stay strapped, laid back, hitting that
Potent smoke four deep in the Buick blow
That's how we do it in Houston, loc
Bitch-made niggas get sprayed, I tear shit up like a twister
Carve a shank across your throat like a razor blade to a swisher
See that Texas shit be reckless like that Klan that I'm down with
We can go a couple of rounds but pound for pound I'm a clown, bitch
1995 Degree angle perpendicular stranglehold
This pillowcase full of pathetic cracker skulls
While I sharpen up my ax is a tad bit dull
Moment's wind inspire this 20th Century
Fox head-on collision with that red rum ox
Brace yourself 'cause whole planets rock when my mind is cocked
Finish the skull jocker, much too close
Inhale for the overdose
Overdose, overdose...