paroles de chanson Salad of a Wookie - Lunar C

Y'all don't wanna see me gettin' violent on this pussy, Lookin' like you just toked the salad of a Wookie
Y'all don't wanna see me gettin' violent on this pussy, Lookin' like you just toked the salad of a Wookie
My style's madder than your missus when you piss on the seat
Harder than my dick when I see your chick on her knees
Biters get a chip in her teeth, while I'm like Nosferatu sinkin' em deep into the beat
I'm a shark in a pond, you're a fish in the sea
My words melt the mic hard with a 160 degrees of blistering heat
When I deliver the speech, I'm on the tip of the peak with unlimited reach
Hand up your bird's skirt through her knickers and easily give her titties a squeeze
I've got so much determination that even though I'm skinny and physically weak
If I went to the gym for a week
One hit to the cheek would disconnect your shins from your knees
Don't approach me, I'm malicious and mean
It don't matter if you're rich and you've been making it big in the scene
Or you've got 2 fans and you live on the street
If you ask for an opinion from me, I'll tell you that you're overrated like Timbaland's beats
Y'all don't wanna see me gettin' violent on this pussy, Lookin' like you just toked the salad of a Wookie
Y'all don't wanna see me gettin' violent on this pussy, Lookin' like you just toked the salad of a Wookie
Y'all don't wanna see me gettin' violent on this pussy, Lookin' like you just toked the salad of a Wookie
Y'all don't wanna see me gettin' violent on this pussy, Lookin' like you just toked the salad of a Wookie
If the sky's the limit then I'm gliding in it
I could drink a pint of spirits and write some lyrics in hieroglyphics
And by the time I've finished, it'll probably be as tight as this is
'Cause I'm determined and I'm keeping every rhyme specific
I got the type of spirit you might envisage and try to mimic
But I'm surprising cynics not blinding critics with mindless gimmicks
Your crew's made up of clinkers and bums, your lyrics are dumb
I'm that pick of the bunch rapper that thinks you're a cunt
Just for acting like your bound to blow
I'll jam my python down your throat and piss in your lung
Forever equipped with a punchline on the tip of my tongue
Like tabs of acid
Crafting classics
Fuckin' amazed like lettin' a spastic practice acrobatics
You'll get served like a tennis ball
Not over the net but smacked with rackets
Plastic faggots talk the talk without the sack to back it
Find it fishy how you're acting savage
Because you bite all my lines like I use my hooks for stabbin' maggots
Yeah
Y'all don't wanna see me gettin' violent on this pussy, Lookin' like you just toked the salad of a Wookie
Y'all don't wanna see me gettin' violent on this pussy, Lookin' like you just toked the salad of a Wookie
Y'all don't wanna see me gettin' violent on this pussy, Lookin' like you just toked the salad of a Wookie
Y'all don't wanna see me gettin' violent on this pussy, Lookin' like you just toked the salad of a Wookie