Текст песни Death Note - Jack Dice
Hit
the
top
call
me
Jacques,
not
the
Scott
You
motherfuckers
ain't
giving
props
And
when
I
Silk
the
Shock,
I'm
cream
the
crop,
The
bar
is
hot,
I'm
dropping
bombs,
no
you're
not
Dropping
opps,
no
you're
not
Sendings
shots,
no
you're
not
Got
the
chops,
drop
the
top,
hit
the
spot
Never
not,
on
the
roll,
never
had
any,
stop
Cut
me
off
never
knowing
no
better
Hypnotized
I
don't
fuck
with
no
letter
Burn
it
down
in
my
flannel-like
Vedder
Slap
shots
hold
it
down
like
I'm
Weber
Rick
leather
on
Ramones
in
this
bitch
Death
Note
got
me
left
in
a
ditch
Get
in
tune
better
change
your
whole
pitch
Satin
sheets
never
needed
a
change
Stay
in
your
lane,
fuck
boy
you
and
I
ain't
the
same
Pen
game
bitch
you
checkers
I'm
chess
Both
know
you
can't
fuck
with
the
best,
nevertheless
Palisades,
candy
paint,
patron
saint,
say
my
name
and
you're
dead
Let
that
go
to
your
head,
bitch
you
know
what
I
said,
look
Blue
suede,
tailor-made,
switchblade,
marble
fade,
masquerade
no
mask
Ready
know
I
don't
ask,
blow
by
blow
I
don't
lack,
fine
Bartman
Sideshow,
so
ho,
wanna
know
why
I'm
laying
low
Well
I
feel
like
trash
from
where
I'm
at,
but
fuck
all
that
But
Jack
Dice
where
the
fuck
you
at
First-class,
fuck
the
past,
bout
to
blast,
shit
bitch
I'm
top
the
class
Let's
talk
about
this,
ice
the
wrist
like
hockey
practice
Drop
the
act
bitch
ain't
an
actress,
vinyl
records
shit
instant
classic
Shot
in
space
Starship
Galactic,
fuck
I'm
blasting,
Bitches
lacking,
look
man
god
damn,
who
Spinning
vinyl
records
whip
Camaros,
with
your
EBT
Call
me
back,
jacket
print
mismatched,
shit
no
strings
a
wait
Hitman
with
the
shot
Bret
Hart
sharpshooter
Nature
boy
drip
run
it
back
and
I'll
do
you
Rocking
all
black
never
cutting
any
slack
And
you
better
call
me
Jack
when
I'm
coming
out
the
tap,
ooh
Awfully
confident
Bow
down
to
me
I'm
dominant
Comme
on
me
but
I
rock
Supreme
Ain't
talk
shit
and
I
ain't
set
free
Never
one
to
speak
but
I
wonder
how
it
feels
Ten
times
out
of
ten
I'm
the
one
who
gonna
eat
Say
you
need
me
but
the
game
ain't
deep
So
I
ain't
try
hard
and
you
can't
compete
look
One
day
you
say
that
I
can't
be
him
All
good
find
me
in
the
blacked-out
tint
Gatti
wanna
ride
but
you
can't
hop
in
Big
Benz
matte
black,
all
bricks
with
the
rims
Ten
MAC's
all
clap
and
you
can't
shoot
back
All
eye's
on
me
twelve
pairs
two
packs
Pupils
wanna
imitate
SMD
From
a
king
to
a
god
better
bend
them
knees
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