Текст песни Dead Drummer Boyz - Billy Woods & Thrill Gates

Spit like scotch blenders, Glen
Lower spending, look at all the shots I sended, beef ender
Come home, niggas pretended, that's ok
The Nile ain't a river in Egypt, every move strategic
White check, checkmate, hit your gate
Drop the thirty-eight, pass the brake, now we straight
Like heartache, tough luck mate, young havoc where you at
Pull a sack out your hat, twist that uptown magician
Dime bag technician, fly rides with the booming system
See four in the ignition, suicide missions with Israeli
Walk on water for the Christians, daily news late edition
Spitamatic sleeper cell come in like artillery shell
Raw as hell MCs, we won't ask, don't tell
You ain't parallel with the bell, call me Dr. Phil
Old saw bones and craft ill poems, through the first stone
Burn the whole bone, Backwoodz Studioz nigga, roll your own
And back from a payphone,
And don't even talk that bullshit neither
Come back like Jesus on Easter with two heaters
Bloody Sunday, no more playing BK, check the replay
We harder than your PJs, turn the tables like a DJ
Have you like Albert: "hey, hey, hey!" How you like them apples
Nasty as chitlins and scrapple
Let loose these ticket holders on the red carpet
Or the rose hotel, the gold blows smoke running
Give me that necklace stunning, 'cause I wanna
Eat before I sleep and I need funding for a campaign
A saccharine stain, no shame, shackles for chains
Saw massacre came, 'cause I felt like it and
That's the stricture's picture, from scripture
Loose leafs, cool teeth, bedtime story mixture
Broke a light fixture, drank an elixer
Have hit standing in line saying thank you mister
Minister sinister, Sisyphus push rock as punishment
Take pharmaceuticals, reduce fingernails to cuticles
I let loose an army to reenact a musical
We can all march and proclaim murder to be beautiful
And Jacob's Ladder to reach the fruit, so I'm telling you
I'm selling you 999 ways to the country
Spines snapping days at the ministry of plenty
Prayer light glare off the refraction of your camera
You make me snore like Al Gore but you can't handle her
Meters break back inside their cages, 'cause I sold funk in
Four different stages, the pages flipped, the just tip
Then I lost focus, collapse on your bread and butter like locust
You can have you mister opus, I grab the ropes and
Build the platform out of oak, there's no straggling
Brights haggling, carpet bagging on this road to
A pharaoh's phalanx couldn't give enough thanks to please Nero
We viral spread infections instead of blankets
Protection as the kid gets, out blood boiling
Spoiling soylent green, take a seat and you'll see what I mean