Non Phixion
Non Phixion - The Full Monty songtekst
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Crack you like a twig You're like a faggot rockin' the wig I'm the adopted kid who knocks you stepchild Your real mom's a pig Thats how I classify these dumb crowds A bunch of scumbags quick to pull a gat But look at that, your gun jams you cunt rag You come in handy when the pussy's bleeding But you the pussy bleeding right now But no you ain't dreaming Just because we white just doesn't mean we ain't scheming How the fuck you think we kill devils and slay demons? You be the type to smoke with cats That think they blunts a seaman We hit your wife off and barely heard that slut screaming PCP and marijuana had a dusty meeting last evening Oh shit I think your mom's beeping Word thats her number no doubt Yo I'ma break out First I get some chinese take out And scope jake out Park out on the corner of your mothers building waiting for me But I broke out before the story And those devils never saw me To my kids sold in sheets Rap freaks All you tricks in heat We'll crack your beef for being sweet Don't even try to sleep I'm full length You're a snip of tape I been in state but you tradin' jakes While your ass inflates My dictates what a fag you are Up and drag stag in zanzibar Rocking tennis shots I'm pro what comes sports Like a benetaur Fuck a figure 'fore I lace it with a cleated shirt Smoke a fucking pound and watch these cats go berserk I terrorize whole cities - you 'bout to feel my work Mexican cats in shades Heavy D ate my blades Feather-base pumps like Flavor Flav I shed scenes on dark days Friend of all angels on fatal car chase Drive through the flatlands til I hit ralph Caught the stench of the rotten projects Bagger left and I'm out Non-Phixion be the full monty Saw ya off like Vinnie Ponty I'm Noam Chomsky, nah Fucking like Phil Bronski I'm ill constantly Kill with the velocity T3 Three years before the movie got out And Ja Rule be with the gat out gotta give a shout out To Goretex and Teikei engineerin' this, steerin' this Just like a love boat Or William S Borroughs' rough coat Smell the gun smoke You get thug broke Like uncut coke With no client to sell it to Internal Revenue There's many levels to the train of thought We taking over airports Get slain for sport Probably share recourse like Puffy Non-Phixion - Vampire slayers like Buffy