paroles de chanson BlackSheep - Princ3 The Kidd

Bah bah black sheep
Bye bye bad sheep
No not happy
Voice so raspy
Pen so nasty
Flow so deadly

Bah bah black sheep
Bye bye bad sheep
Out that trash heap
I'm so ghastly
No yall can't match me
Not exactly

Man I been a black sheep
Never matched my family
Well not exactly
The way my attitude burst
Its ghastly
The shit I say when pissed off
Get nasty
When I feel picked on
Clicked on kicked on
Flipped wrong
Turn the switch on
Wicked when I lift off
Sick with a lil cough
When the mic on
In my right palm like a firearm
About to discharge when I fire off
Watch me torque tha verbs
Heat up in the verse
Till the fire burst
Torching every word
You end up in a Herse
Watch the corpse burn
No return ashes in an ern
Eat a beat up like hors d'oeuvres
Forced learned to keep my horns turned
An stay moving forward
Let tha bars serve
This my artwork
Spit a hard verse
This My dark curse
Its Bizarre work
With a sharp smirk
While you sharks lurk
Not crazy but going berserk
Make your fuckin heart burst
Most motherfuckers Never been about it
All they do is talky talky get surrounded
Price the worst you ever encountered
It's so astounding you bitches done Counted me out
Listen to the sound
Going round after round
Still never going down
You could drowned from the drip of my crown
Coming from a one horse town
Never gonna put the mic down
I'm the illest The most re nouned
Throwing rounds At you Phony clowns
Watch the heater smoke if you got some doubt
Prince still up in the clouds
While you down an out

Bah bah black sheep
Bye bye bad sheep
No not happy
Voice so raspy
Pen so nasty
Flow so deadly

Bah bah black sheep
Bye bye bad sheep
Out that trash heap
I'm so ghastly
No yall can't match me
Not exactly
Bah bah black sheep
Bye bye bad sheep
No not happy
Voice so raspy
Pen so nasty
Flow so deadly
Bah bah black sheep
Bye bye bad sheep
Out that trash heap
I'm so ghastly
No yall can't match me
Not exactly

Little little little sacrificial lamb
Stuck up in a jam
I don't Give a damn
Not a second chance
Not a helping hand
Not a crunchy peanut butter Jelly sand
So physical when I scribble my rants
Criminal with a number two
As I pencil my sins
Princ3 The Kidd this fucker is at it again
Yea with Glock crammed in my waist band
You don't want to meet the ink pen
Make you piss your pants
You little pissants can get bent
When I cold plant my right hand
Make you eat your words on the instruments
Ever see the reaper grin
So intense and I been sleeping in
I'm going to let the beast begin
Time to eat again
Feasting to find peace with in
I'm everyday trap I'm everyday grime
I'm everyday primed I everyday grind
Everyday working over time
Everyday electrified I'm everyday ghost you on the mic
Sending you straight to Jesus Christ
I spit so cold leaving frozen mics
Dry ice On the open strike
Just another highlight from my life and the rhymes I write

Bah bah black sheep
Bye bye bad sheep
No not happy
Voice so raspy
Pen so nasty
Flow so deadly

Bah bah black sheep
Bye bye bad sheep
Out that trash heap
I'm so ghastly
No yall can't match me
Not exactly

Bah bah black sheep
Bye bye bad sheep
No not happy
Voice so raspy
Pen so nasty
Flow so deadly

Bah bah black sheep
Bye bye bad sheep
Out that trash heap
I'm so ghastly
No yall can't match me
Not exactly

Bah bah bye bye
Bah bah bye bye
Bah bah bye bye
Bah bah bye bye