Текст песни Suburban Taliban II - Steegz

I be runnin' up and gunnin' up the engine
I be flexin' like Achilles, I ain't talkin bout the tendon
Oh, and did I mention
I got henchmen, they don't ask questions

Ridin' with a Wicked Witch, sippin' on a stiffy, gotta blicky
For you chicken shit lames, I don't even name
Go and file a claim
Run a train on your dame in my Hawaiian tank

I'ma buy the bank, my sniper got his rifle aimed
At your Mom's hamster the entire day
Boy, I got that ice plus tire chains
And my butler look like Michael Caine
I got the right-of-way, be it night or day
You won't even @ me in cyberspace, so I'm meetin' you at the nearest Arrival gate

Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
Sittin' in my sleigh with a bag of Xans
Actin' like a bitch, homie, you ain't even half a man
So fly, so ill, we the reason for the travel ban

Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
On your girls speed dial my code name Dapper Dan
You be in the hills, I be thuggin' in the Flat-A-Land
Grillin' up your pets with the butter and the apple jam

Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
I don't need no motherfuckin' backup plan
Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
Chokin' at the plate, batta, batta, batta, batta, man
Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
Acid tabs in Dad's minivan
S to the U to the B U R to the ban, to the chicka-chicka Taliban

Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
Frying pan, fisherman
White sedan, boogie man
Baby's wake and quake, cause we yellin' like Tarzan
Maybe take a break from hatin' you gon half your lifespan
Lookin' for the grand plan, livin' like a dying man
Banished from the promised land, common problem Bible Man
I'm a firebrand, I handle flame inside my diaphragm
And I'm crammin' candle down your hamsters damn thyroid gland

Ooh, see me comin' through
Better bid your repose adieu
Militant white nuisance on the loose
Killin' all kinds of goose with kung fu

Cookin' up a killer meal is Hun Boo
I show you how to feel and construe
My crew fun and soon, collectin' their due
My duel gun shoot if you mess with our spoon

It's noon o' clock
Boy, it's time to go, it aint time to gawk
This the game for the hunters, don't forget your glock
I be lookin' for the runners, leave the children to walk
I'ma youngin but still get inspired by Dylan and Pac
It's essential that this story has a villain to mock
So please keep doin' your job, but I'll keep buildin' a profit
And when the hawks gon flock, make sure you don't squawk

Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
I don't need no motherfuckin' backup plan
Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
Chokin' at the plate, batta, batta, batta, batta, man
Taliban, Taliban, Taliban
Acid tabs in Dad's minivan
S to the U to the B U R to the ban, to the chicka-chicka Taliban

Suburban Taliban
We gon' murder every man
Woman and kid, so don't look under the lid
I got your gerbil in it
Mighta hurt him a little bit
Got your bunny in the box think I hurt em alot

Suburban Taliban
We gon' murder every man
Woman and kid, so don't look under the lid
I got your gerbil in it
Mighta hurt him a little bit
Got your bunny in the box think I hurt em alot