Текст песни Boogie Men - Chill Bump , Youthstar

Greed has poisoned men′s souls
Has barricaded the world with hate
Has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed
Victims of the system that makes men torture
And imprisoned innocent people
We have lost the way

First off older people direct to me
Please don't speak rap or even try to leave me that pep CB
Believe me you trash you she′s in directioning
Burst that Kanye's fortune that poke he need capacity

I'd rather rip my dick off and have a dozen meal
Than have to put up with a pussy choose paparapa′s bill
No I won′t ask my fam to cut you cats a deal
If you ask overhand and I might have to smack your grill

Game is a slot with a couple of large assess
I've gotta hung up like horse you made fuckin′ with your rappers
Suckers need more practice before you plunge in a small snack of smash
Yeah like crushin' on meat or corn crushing

Oh pompa oh that′s from humping the floor actress
Honey cause my back come covered in swollen scratches
That forced the tongue of my boss come on applause glasses
Smack, grab the money stash under the horse mattress

Oy ye boys let's save ′is

Yeah when I was a Younam Show always sent for the devils pen
Then after case of course there were also many men
All the microphones that fink the rapper's gonna fink again
Well I'm a mud over this son of verge from my pen and pin

The kidnappers rap rappers is back
Would you work with the boogie men as heavy your tears
You bring on your pace fire peace grinding balls for many years
You better be ready to stand tall Miss Claire′s

Cooled off like a knife from the ball storming
That no men that cause the shot over with the door case that closes
Narcicistic in a vicious prick over the shitload
That Mary zone put as I checked out my dick

Yo men if you don′t know me then run home to your pony
Thought you like you can fuckin' fool me but lies then bullshit
You mama keep it simpler on truth from that brokin′ problems
All that Jay-z fan and 99 problems

Ah ah 'oogie Men and the Illaman′s here bonjour motherfuckers

I come with extra ham, I come with extra fire
I got my best pants can somebody pass me the mic
All these politics of music got me feeling kind of hair
From the bottom of my heart no planet will really give a fact

Got a score win spit bars, spread love and then no hope
Couple friends, couple snakes spend my night I let them go
Dead wait I got stripped off any brain forget fucked off
Temples running can be sighting had the consciousness bloop bloop

On the case like old Jack are not old sucks but are old raps
Someone hold back when I take off you get kicked off like kick off
Some sick your shit so sit down you dickhead
I want the pea and I want the dog won't fall out I won′t regret

No fancy art no fancy car I got fancy benches and a bed for ah
Thank tidy very likely thank you handy for dick you last
Easy time in the place oh piss they don't think that I can shit
When you see me say woah pah then just bang your head to the ass

(Stand up, boogie men is not for your tears)

(Boogie men, boogie men, boogie men)