Текст песни Malistaire - Afourteen

Yuh! Yuh!
Yuh! Yuh!
Yuh! Yeah! Yeah!

And we don't wait no more
I'm itchin' for the war
Gun be blastin', like a rocket
Run down on 'em, break his legs just for his locket
I got the desert eagle tucked inside the socket
We breakin' legs and shootin' heads
Do it for profit
You cannot run, shoot out your legs and I ain't gonna fuckin' stop it

Don't be ashamed of anything,
These bitches sell for everything
Don't be ashamed of anything,
These bitches sell for everything

Gotta keep two, I don't know why
Gotta keep two, I don't know why
Gotta keep two, I don't know why
Gotta keep two, I don't know why

Ooh, da, da, da-da, da, da, da
Da-da, ada-da, da, da
Da, da, da-da, da, da, da
Da-da, da-da, da, da

One punch, death hurts
One punch, stay the fuck over there
One punch, death hurts
One punch, stay the fuck over there

And I want beef, I don't care
Walk around like malistaire
Pussy boy, he sendin' shots
He talkin' hot from over there

Now they copying the drip, the swag, the steez
And they wanna fuck with me
Come in my vicinity, I'm addicted to breakin' knees
And how you talkin' down on me, bitch, I taught you the birds and bees

That means I'm your dad
Smokin' you down like a mu'fuckin' fag (Bitch, facts)

And I'm wit' the spiders, so
Get back
And she want me to mu'fuckin' hit that
If I spot me some beef, then I split that
Four ways, anybody can get that
Pyromaniac, I keep the fire on me

What's up? Don't take you much
Get fucked up
I see your stance and you aint got nothin' to you
So buck up, yuh

On the internet, they all know me
Your grandma ridin' on my dick, just like a pony
Got nothin', bitch, yeah, you lonely
Middle finga' in the sky, screamin', "Blow me!"
And you can't talk to me like we're homies
'Cause, I know what you doin' on the low, see

(Ahh, that's so cool man, I wanna fuck-)