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Текст песни Word A Mouth f Thirstin Howl and Pumpkin - Russian Roulette

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Intro over chorus:I ain`t scared to play. Let me see that. What you doin?Your not playin this game right. You gotta spin it, spin it.Just like that, spin the barrel. I`ma try it!Spin the barrel! Watch I ain`t scared. Watch this, watch! *gunshot*[Thirstin Howl]Poured blood, ignored love, even Thor trusted a little devilin all us, the motor that keeps cheatin wives, lawns cutAt a fallen temperature before I`m even warmed upAt the speed of thought, thug niggaz fight for a needless causeAll you hear is "stop the stealing" when nearin storesUncommon Valour with the French make players take the benchAbove the rim without touchin the netThirsty, greedy, sometimes desperateWhen I lock rap down I`ma booby trap the exitBarracade the entrance, turn demonics screamin into harmless kidsWhispers, no challengersWinnin the belt, if I say I`m top notch, I`d be just limitin myselfMC`s bore me like elevator musicStreet panhandlers with ?three-socket? sewageAll A & R`s named UfidIf life`s a bitch I`m one of her two kidsA motherfucker, if the show fitsIf rap was a school I`d be teachin at Yale`s institutionBrooklyn hardrock, with a toothpickThreatenin your life and safety with new riskScillionaire, after I burn MC`s I give `em information on free clinic careChorus: AllYou get one shot, one chance to bustWho bust first? first to get slainPlayin Russian roulette*repeat*[Mr. Metaphor]My lyrics sprout like a brussle, sonI get you open like a ?claire-o? mussle, I might jam my knuckleBreak it down raw like Brickface and stuck-oEat you like a dick steak you fucko! *echoes*Whip you with my belt buckle, you wanna scuffle?Pull your card while you suffer, I bag your bitch like a duffleAnd grill you like a ?wild nigga? fall like ?Allah fall?I remove your tonsels I`m out for kids like youth hostilesInhale force fires, blowin trees out my nostrilsDiggin underground like carbon pipes outta fossilsI wet you up like ponchos on a dark, stormy nightAnd spark forty mics, I beat you up like forty dykes in BrooklynYou`ll get taken, tooken for every nook and crannyI`ll stick your daughter and the nanny, take your baby`s candyGrab the brandy out the cabinet Take any found inhabitant and make his mind inadequateI spit my lyrics accurate, immaculateIts hard to capture it you don`t got half my witYou better find an advocate to plead your raptureI leave your hands in the air, you leave in laughterStuck in the intro, I`m on the final chapterChorus[Pumpkinhead]I play roulette, with five bullets in the revolverThe problem solver, rhyme evolver, descendent of GhanaUsin the marijuana to blaze niggaz like lavaHot like sippin java in the saunaI`m cold blooded like iguanasMy rhyme takes form, cock back the hammer on the biscuitI make stroms, the weather wizard, hordes to never visitHeaven`s gimmicks, my arms cross in b-boy positioninMix hydro with nitroglycerinPose with the mic in the tie hold lyrics hard like pistol whippenI studied out the nigga mysticismAnd still quick to catch you like prince of principal medism visionI`m about to pull the trigger gotta make a quick decisionThe sweat drippin cloudin my wisdom, lost my religionI guess thats the cost of livin in this worldWith no girl, no jewels or pearlsConfirmed my new script, my thoughts is suicidal sickI pull the trigger all I hear is a clickMy thoughts is sick, I pull the trigger all I hear was a *gunshot*[Building Block]Then I rise and shine from lies to blind the mind`s eyesAnd ties that bind, you`ll find your rhymes are dime-sizedCompared to mine, you got no conceptsEatin from my table of contents take words out of my contextMy language is, like Arabic too complexGot you mixed like marriagesMy songs flex from my larynx, vex ya like a labyrinthI stab ya with, my daggerith, your haverithThe Block hit, toxic material thats hazardousYa bring life like Christ of Nazareth, then LazarousFabulous how I be rackin, presence to rap kissIn fact this radioactive flows that hold you captiveTracton`s own home is where this rapper roamsAnd catacombs, trap your poems and stay witcha like chaperonesControl it with a dart like Napoleon BonaparteYou get stoned and sparked, bones and burn poems like Joan of ArkChorus

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