Текст песни C-Rayz Walz - Whodafukareyou?
C-Rayz Walz - Whodafukareyou? слова песни
Fuck alarm clocks, battle me you`ll start wakin upI slice you with your rhyme book and write verses on your paper cutsWith alcohol pads, excuses you`ll be makin upSound dumb like Outkast breakin upLast time you shot somebody, you had a cameraI`m C - Rayz author of staminaLoungin on the walls you`ll end up like Humpty DumptyWith your shell cracked, scrambled, in search of somethingI`m a narcisist, I bomb quick, your full of shit like sausages, pardon thisI alone turn crews into the Partridge kidsI love games I play you like bragin right cartridgesY`all against me is dragons versus ostrichesTotally proposturous, like abortions, i kill stupid kids before they act upMake a new suit flip call it a black tuxYou cracked up like baseheads in a space shipPlayin ??? in the matrix, the only thing i lose is my patienceI smack the shit out you tissue heads????? ????? ??????Hip Hop Don deep into stocks and bondsI`ll take a shit in your house, and blame it on your momsSurvivin the game when i get money im buyin a chainDrivin a Range and my flame will expire your fameI`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 throughYo im C-Rayz Walz WhoDaFuckAreYou?I`m comin through fifth knuckle bruise brick fist snuffin youYo im C-Rayz Walz WhoDaFuckAreYou?Who da fuck is you (x5)C-Rayz Walz plain PatSome people must get jackedMy repatoire from back smackin cats wit gats on impactJust like that we festered like bubble in cutsDoublin up now funny cats get fucked up for mumblin stuffThe nearest truck rolled up im just playin wit thisEvery line explosive my pen broken up butStill smokin strokin thrust, fuck closin shows My ?? flows is hot, let me open upLike Arabian referees who yell sesame plusI`ll spread through the industry with leprosy cutsEffectivley strut, put a hole in one the second we puttYou so pussy you come from a rib you son of a gutLining ass rappers up, I`m the lightning struckBlazin like we lightin a Dutch Masters upAt the Mason-Dixon line twistin lime in a cupGet your mind fucked up while your nine in the truckEven my producer know math with his caucasion ass soJust because you say please doesn`t mean i won`t blast stupidYou gotta show and prove it, brothas live and die for this musicDont do it for amusementGhetto hi-top blaze you for your hydroxPut glocks on my Irish clock and watch my eyes popChicken head, i dead your livestockDo a song with Charles Dutton to see how i rockChorus