paroles de chanson Only Nip Can Do It - Ganksta NIP
I'm
finna
get
these
niggas
That's
jockin
my
rap
style
off
of
my
dick
[VERSE
1]
I'm
insane,
so
I
strain
my
brain
in
a
flame
Bad
dreams
of
a
child
bein
tossed
through
a
window
pane
Ruff,
tuff,
take
no
stuff
in
a
scuff',
call
your
bluff
St.
Patrick's
Day,
wrists
breakin
handcuffs
Boom,
I
need
room
to
doom
Area
code
713,
the
rich
live
on
the
moon
Right
hand
is
a
hatchet,
left
arm
is
a
quarter
Both
my
legs
glued
together
helps
me
sleep
under
water
Doubt
spark
in
South
Park,
it's
worse
after
dark
Went
to
jail
for
tryin
to
breed
a
pitbull
with
a
dead
shark
A
fingernail
file
takes
care
of
your
child
Norman
Bates,
Everclear,
demonic
brain
in
exile
Muscles,
bitch,
it's
time
I
flex
em
Headlines
read:
'Blind
man
dead
at
Exxon'
South
Park
is
the
fort,
I'm
the
dangerous
sort
Olympic
gold
medallist,
killin
cops
is
a
sport
Because
I'm
evil
and
I
won't
try
to
hide
this
Half
way
home,
psycho,
half
psychotic-psychiatrist
It
ain't
no
joke,
your
ass'll
get
smoked
Dead
bodies
plus
my
jacket
equals
priceless
mink
coats
But
hoes
think
I'm
weak,
no
time
for
marriage
Razor-sharp
butcher
knives,
switch
blades,
lyrical
mis-carriage
All
competators,
Ganksta
NIP
on
the
mic
Ain't
gon'
lie,
your
rhymes
are
dope
But
I
wouldn't
bet
my
check
on
em
Rugged
and
narrow,
I
piss
in
your
bone
marrow
South
Park
inventor
of
the
devil-killin
bow
and
arrow
Strong,
never
alone,
cracking
your
dome
Half
giraffe,
half
cheeta,
mixed
with
Indian
chromosomes
Psycho
flow,
lettin
you
know
I
can
go
Another
word
for
your
mommy
in
two
letters
(Hoooold
up,
wait
a
minute!
Ganksta
NIP,
it's
not
fitted)
They
say
by
time
I
hit
the
weed,
the
psycho
wants
to
see
blood
Images
of
Jason
drownin
children
in
a
flood
If
you
want
to
fuck
with
NIP;
be
prepared
for
the
cappin
I
hope
you
can
see
death
a
100
days
before
it
happens
Me
usin
insight
to
kick
knowledge
on
this
song
Me
body
can
be
destroyed,
but
me
mindstate
lives
on
Crazy
mental
thoughts
keep
the
devil
on
my
dick
Throw
a
copper
in
the
air,
coalition
picnic
Shoot
em
down,
shoot
em
down,
with
the
glock,
with
the
glock
Yes,
me
want
to
kill
you,
crooked
cop,
crooked
cop
Duck
down,
duck
down
when
you
see
the
psycho
come
Punk
withdrew
with
spray
me
'fore
he
made
me
touch
this
gun
The
South
Park
Psycho
may
not
take
shit
If
you're
from
the
other
side,
you're
gonna
get
your
wig
split
Cause
me
not
give
a
fuck
if
a
nigga
pull
a
knife
Cause
even
if
me
die,
mi
come
back
to
take
a
life
And
if
you
go
to
sleep,
your
body
will
scream
From
the
pain,
hail,
rain,
as
we
hunt
you
in
your
dream
It's
almost
dead
time,
dirty
devil,
you
blew
it
In
the
end
you
cannot
win,
only
Psycho
NIP
can
do
it
Buck
Bitch
[VERSE
2]
I
come
back
to
my
own
self,
I
hunt
with
a
knife
20
blades,
20
grenades,
need
more
blood
for
the
sacrifice
I'm
angry
as
fuck,
nigga,
plus
I'm
deranged
I
won't
stop
druggin
through
your
veins
till
I
enter
a
sequence
change
Pass
the
square,
that
herb
is
hervous
What
ever
it
wants
me
to
do,
I'm
at
his
service
So
I
step
in
the
dark,
chronic
thoughts
of
a
shark
South
Park
suicide,
severed
heads
in
a
Skylark
Teenager
was
lonely,
he
lust
for
a
life
Bad
boy
butchers
his
mother
with
a
boy
scout
butcher
knife
Damn,
I
need
me
a
zinger
A
hideous
Halloween,
16
needles
in
a
butterfinger
Back
to
the
slaughterhouse
with
flesh
on
the
ground
My
brain
is
a
faucet,
each
drop
of
blood
weighs
a
1000
pounds
Smart
move
if
you're
runnin
for
shelter
Cause
I'm
Helter
chasin
Freddy
in
one
muthafuckin
Skelter
Bitch,
you
piss
me
off,
I'll
turn
into
a
villain
Snap
my
fingers
and
hear
the
echo
of
4000
killings
But
ehm
- star-spangled
banner,
star-spangled
banner
David
Banner,
Ganksta
NIP
and
Tony
Montana
Guinea
tragedy,
South
Park
strategy
Satan
is
mad
at
me,
tell
him
come
battle
me
Hm
- cause
I
don't
love
him,
my
dome
is
too
witty
This
rhyme
by
itself
kills
3000
devils
in
30
cities
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