Текст песни Mountain Brothers - Whiplash!
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Chorus (All): (x2)Catchin` Whiplash!Nowadays everybody wanna get cashWhiplash!Tryin` to make a hit smashWhiplash!Fuckin` wit` the MBs?Think fast, you`ll catch a bad case of whiplash[Styles]Yo, let`s get right into thisStyles on the mic, omnipotentAverage rapper`s times limited, to rhymes imminentMB`s skills unfadable, y`all`s debatableY`all get on the mic and little kid`s go "can we play that too?"I slide your girl just `cause you`re bothering meWhile you`re bangin` on the door she talking"How `bout some privacy?"I`m quite humorous, women bag numerousArrogant rapper with a bad case of hubrisDon`t lose my gist, vocab illuminousGirl you takin` out while doing it, well, if you insistRelax I`m just mackin` it for practiceYo she playin` hard to get but she ain`t that good an actressThat`s it, y`all can say what you likeBut the fact MBs whip y`all in shape on the micThat`s rightChorus (x2)[Chops]Cats don`t want to see no part of ChopsI get more trim than barbershopsTag your ass like I was a graf-headPlus I be running through marching lotI`m hard to stop, `cause while you stir the potI`m gettin` it on wit` your john in the parking lotDamagin` cones, up on your gramophonesIntroducin` the ??, servin` heads like Indiana JonesChops, MBs, we on the rostigory (?), and plus, I bustGet up in that ass like a suppositorySuperfly like ??, we rappin` for the east detentionAll up in there, spreading, just like a yeast infectionHad it rough, now we in the house and laugh it upI`m like a sumo gettin` the drawers, because I`m fat as fuckTried to get the best of the complex, but it`s no contestWe comin` off just like a bombletWhy you couldn`t stand me? The shit that I`m creatin`leave you shakin` like a kid whose family left you with a british nannyChorus (x2)[Peril-L]Peril-L I`m pleased to meet you tonightMB`s the feature insideRelease the creature within, proceed to eat you girlsIn bleachers, sellin` t-shirts, bras, and g-stringsSome drawers and keyrings, toss from me to king >From the lost world, produced, rare flows, born and raisedI used to wear clothes that was torn and frayedLet`s be warned I`m crazed, with the sword that slaysMy, blows to the ears, `cause over the yearsI`ve been scorned and praisedHated and loved, now rated aboveThe best, gold-plated glove, caress the micGreat enough to bless, since the erogenousThe misogynous, I won`t have step on virgin MCs, androgynousThey don`t have sex, dodge my fist, came to reclaim my propertiesAnd put a stop to these, pseudo hip hop monotoniesLike living fast, big cash, switches and monopoliesI`m giving cats whiplash, like bitches that`s on top of meChorus (x2)Catchin` Whiplash!Nowadays everybody wanna get cashTryin` to make a hit smashUh... yeah