Текст песни House Of Pain - Third Stone From The Sun, слова песни House Of Pain

Текст песни House Of Pain - Third Stone From The Sun

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Here come the pecker Wood mic wrecker Sweet like nectar MC selector Come again, keep the style I`m bustin` You think I`m droppin` acid ???only super cold does it??? Feel the rushin` through your blood and cerebellum And any man that defies, eyes will be swellin` So whatcha smellin`, kid, I`ll bust your melon Then I spit out the seed, you got dirty deeds You`re done, dirt cheap, I`m on the greek don`t sleep Melee cause the circus, but bullets run deepAnd talk is cheap, kid, it`s time to make movesIt`s time to make capital gains with my brainsThe song remains, the same as it ever wasAnd you can say my crew`s fallin` but it never does I`m white chocolate, clockwork apocalypseInter-dimensional like Prince be sensual My interplanetary sub-galactic tactic Got ya wearin` vests like prophylactics My verbal waters rock your sons and daughters And I`ll tell more lies than priests and rabbis And all the allies put together in a cipher My skin`s my cell, no parole on my lifeCHORUS: Doin` time on the third stone from the sun Lucy got me on the run, kid, hold my gun I`m dealin` with the pressures, son, life ain`t fun Doin` time on the third stone from the sunI`ll be gettin` down and dirty by 2030 Sippin` off my forty, out deep in your shortyLordy, glory, hallelujah Like a big Samoan my sig`s gonna boo yaDo-a-ditty, oh what a pity I`m blowin` up the spot like Oklahoma City We might terrorism and hold plagerismAnd blood shot vision `cause I smoke major `ism If you got sob stories, kid, don`t tell me `bout `em `Cause them tin boots you wearin` I`m a lift you outta `emWith two shots to your bid, I ain`t playin` kid I know the games that you runnin` and all the things you did And you`ll say `holy cow` if my gun go blaowClick-bang, watch me do my thang My element`s in order, my attribute`s eternalAnd all you duck MC`s are smellin` just like the Colonel You`re all fried chicken with your back side lickin`I`ll play you like a snitch with the ice pick stickin` Out your eye socket and if I wanna cock it I play remelzee and pull it out my pocket I pull it out my pocket, I pull it out my pocket Yeah, I play remelzee and pull it out my pocketCHORUS

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Third Stone From The Sun

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