Текст песни Whodafukareyou - C-Rayz Walz
Fuck
alarm
clocks,
battle
me
you'll
start
wakin
up
I
slice
you
with
your
rhyme
book
and
write
verses
on
your
paper
cuts
With
alcohol
pads,
excuses
you'll
be
makin
up
Sound
dumb
like
Outkast
breakin
up
Last
time
you
shot
somebody,
you
had
a
camera
I'm
C
- Rayz
author
of
stamina
Loungin
on
the
walls
you'll
end
up
like
Humpty
Dumpty
With
your
shell
cracked,
scrambled,
in
search
of
something
I'm
a
narcisist,
I
bomb
quick,
your
full
of
shit
like
sausages,
pardon
this
I
alone
turn
crews
into
the
Partridge
kids
I
love
games
I
play
you
like
bragin
right
cartridges
Y'all
against
me
is
dragons
versus
ostriches
Totally
proposturous,
like
abortions,
i
kill
stupid
kids
before
they
act
up
Make
a
new
suit
flip
call
it
a
black
tux
You
cracked
up
like
baseheads
in
a
space
ship
Playin?
in
the
matrix,
the
only
thing
i
lose
is
my
patience
I
smack
the
shit
out
you
tissue
heads
???
Hip
Hop
Don
deep
into
stocks
and
bonds
I'll
take
a
shit
in
your
house,
and
blame
it
on
your
moms
Survivin
the
game
when
i
get
money
im
buyin
a
chain
Drivin
a
Range
and
my
flame
will
expire
your
fame
I'm
comin
through
loaded
one,
buckin
two
I'm
C-Rayz
Walz
son
who
da
fuck
are
you?
[Chorus
X2]
Ayo
yo
yo
im
truckin
through
with
my
ruckus
crew,
your
luck
is
through
Yo
im
C-Rayz
Walz
WhoDaFuckAreYou?
I'm
comin
through
fifth
knuckle
bruise
brick
fist
snuffin
you
Yo
im
C-Rayz
Walz
WhoDaFuckAreYou?
Who
da
fuck
is
you
[x5]
C-Rayz
Walz
plain
Pat
Some
people
must
get
jacked
My
repatoire
from
back
smackin
cats
wit
gats
on
impact
Just
like
that
we
festered
like
bubble
in
cuts
Doublin
up
now
funny
cats
get
fucked
up
for
mumblin
stuff
The
nearest
truck
rolled
up
im
just
playin
wit
this
Every
line
explosive
my
pen
broken
up
but
Still
smokin
strokin
thrust,
fuck
closin
shows
My?
flows
is
hot,
let
me
open
up
Like
Arabian
referees
who
yell
sesame
plus
I'll
spread
through
the
industry
with
leprosy
cuts
Effectivley
strut,
put
a
hole
in
one
the
second
we
putt
You
so
pussy
you
come
from
a
rib
you
son
of
a
gut
Lining
ass
rappers
up,
I'm
the
lightning
struck
Blazin
like
we
lightin
a
Dutch
Masters
up
At
the
Mason-Dixon
line
twistin
lime
in
a
cup
Get
your
mind
fucked
up
while
your
nine
in
the
truck
Even
my
producer
know
math
with
his
caucasion
ass
so
Just
because
you
say
please
doesn't
mean
i
won't
blast
stupid
You
gotta
show
and
prove
it,
brothas
live
and
die
for
this
music
Dont
do
it
for
amusement
Ghetto
hi-top
blaze
you
for
your
hydrox
Put
glocks
on
my
Irish
clock
and
watch
my
eyes
pop
Chicken
head,
i
dead
your
livestock
Do
a
song
with
Charles
Dutton
to
see
how
i
rock
[Chorus]
Альбом
Singular Plurals
1 Deal in the Now (feat. the Green Regime)
2 Blue Hawaiian (feat. the Green Regime)
3 On the Mic (feat. Breez Evahflowin' & Poison Pen)
4 The Specialist (feat. Apani B. Fly Emcee & Rahsheed)
5 Perspective (feat. Apani B. Fly Emcee & Rahsheed)
6 The Smackdown (feat. Rise, Apathy & Celph Titled)
7 Whodafukareyou
8 Mood Swings
9 Bent Life (feat. Aesop Rock)
10 Challenge Me (feat. Mr. Metaphor & Breez Evahflowin')
11 Battle for Asgard (feat. Cannibal Ox & L. I. F. E. Long)
12 Keepin' It Raw (feat. Immortal Technique)
13 You Might Get Slapped
14 Pots & Pans (DJ Cheapshot remix)
15 Don't Stop (feat. Stronghold)
16 Pages
17 This Is Goodbye
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