Текст песни D-12 - Derelict Theme
D-12 - Derelict Theme слова песни
[Kon Artis]I damage your neckWith the butt of the techVandalous sexCuttin` you ear to earWith the razor of my GilletteYou couldn`t get respectIf you was a captain or a cadetGranddaddy, daddy, or uncle who`s a Vietnam vetI`ll battle you 50 deepSolo artist shocker dead beatDerelicts on the looseWylin` like thugs outta prison with slugsWhile y`all start screamingLike grasses in a submission(Lay down your pot to piss in)Blow up the house you live inBelieve me, we greedyAnd often you is easyYour whole album cheesyBecause you got platinum artists on itDon`t make it hotWe steamroll with real niggasAnd that`s something that you notI`m vampin what you gotThen setting up camp at your spotFoiling your plotEvery rhyme that you jotI rock to the six like musty twatA dead corpses that been cut upAnd left in abandoned lotsYa, derelicts themeComparing your teamTo ours is a fucked up dreamThe shit I done seenHas turned me to a scandalous fiendSticking your peeps for creamGators or boots, nigga, I`m crushing your dreamsAs foul as it seemsDismantling spleens til your whole clique`sWalking funny like handicapped juggling teamsI rumble with kingsMore humble with seenUntil it`s time for me to kill againSincerely yours, the Kon Artis[Chorus]Ay yoCompetition of none`s suchDerelicts the one mustLet the guns bustBrigade one trustUntouchedMartyr a micSlaughter your lifeRunnin avenue soldiers bitchIt`s water and trifeCompetition ain`t none suchDerelicts the one mustLet the guns bustIt`s Brigade one trustUntouchedMartyr a micSlaughter your lifeRunnin` avenue soldiers bitchSmarter and trife[Bizarre]Who`s the fat bastardRapping that mo` masterSnorting coke that`s whiter than CasperBetter run fasterI can out-smoke all of you motherfuckersAnd bitch I was born with asthmaFuck life, I`d rather track Jack DanielsSmoke weed and rape CockerspanielsA peeping Tom, nigga I need RidalinFuck girlsBitch I only date senior citizensYour grandma, nigga I`m the one that vic`d herNext time you rush meYou better be a little bit quickerRun your streets in the houseAnd make full of malt liquorI`m lettin` you throw the first blowAnd bring ten of your toughest niggasEnd ya yearLike the last day of December(But did you rape that bitch?)I was so drunk I can`t rememberI used to be in a groupWe had an argument who was the hottestNow both them niggas is deadAnd I roll as a solo artistChorus[Kuniva]Look bitch you stressed outI divide these bullets equally among your crewAnd give you five so you don`t feel left outLike red the hammerI`m nailing niggas in they spleensJust to make walking again a sympathetic dreamEnergetic schemesRap vandal and dismantleTackle MC`s and wax youLike your rap name was CandleGrabbing a mic with no handlesLeaving you dustyLike walking the desert in old sandalsIf you weeded or drunkKeep your heat in your trunkWe beat you to lumpsSwell you up with permanent mumpsWe dangerous playaCuffin` my chewsSpittin the phlegm outGetting at you whether you coming outOr you been outYou never exemptFrom this murderous attemptI`m telling you pimpUndeniably you are a lossInvincible, why you trying to be a mind bossIf the Kon Artis say it then it`s doneWith or without a gunEat a track and spit out a drumBust oneTrust nonePlaying the game of deathTake your last breathTil your last name is leftChorus