Текст песни Yak Ballz - The Plague
Yak Ballz - The Plague слова песни
Yo, yo, yo (sick intentions)Word up Yak Skywalker (sick intentions)Balls (sick intentions)(Verse 1)I blast a page from thoughts cast awayLettin off like a AK, equiped wit a full clipbut hollow tip bullets sent my finga on the triggasicka than tom green and a sinna god dressed as HitlerIt`s Yak the Ripper, pay your respects or get dealt witbut I ain`t playin witta full deckSort of a prodigy, emcees drop quietlyFound wit espestice in they nose after the autopsyYo don`t get vexed cause your whore jocks meCoppin pleas for detox trynna xerox the raw copyStep to the master and peace god it`s over beeIf on an instrumental I see the bitch in youGimme a second and I`ll tear out your ovariesThis is the code of the beat from the low keyscientist with the iron fist, who acts strangeGot a monkey in my lab witta virus that attacks brainsBut I`m immune to it, see mine`s pollutedto the point where sunnin kids ain`t enough rappers get executedFew understand the character behind the musiclet alone try to meet my skill halfwayI`ll cremate your little rap in a ashtrayYo to all you muh`fuckers feminine like balletYo take this as I dictate the scriptYou wanna battle? Don`t take the risk just bear witnessand listen to the God as he blaze the shit(chorus)Sick intentions (3x)Leave most MC`s lost in my sentence..Fuck a four five you know how I`m rollinTrip six rock and leave the mic smokinBalls caroded disease and unleashin the demonsposes your frame you stop breathintill the air is pleasin but softly killin yaNo mercy god, you given upThose who tested me before remain inferiorIt makes you sick, the plague`s in your area(Berse 2)I spit a verse and the earth tilts in allcause I twist the sinister add a beautiful metaphorWatch how I manipulate the raw, sing along or bring it onI write ya future till the ink is gone, word bondLife is like growed tech scenes, operation stress creamWorn out Guess jeans, hope flow and joke clutsA million and one kids rhymeand they all tryna sound like gold frontsbut they all tarnish they all garbageI`m so dope you should go into comatosecause too much of the voice will lead to overdoseIt`s heartless consider the issue wit ya conscioustwice before my squadron strikes embalms the miccausing conflict crucially, cause musicallyyou just can`t take the abuse, the juice is loose like StarburstI flood ya brain witta million ball verseand I demand your attention manThis is eons beyond your simple level of comprehension mind bendin, I`m sendin,infects ya straight to your cranium quickIt makes you sick, it makes you sickDuns get lit like indigloIt`s Yak Ballz your neighborhoods Deuce BigalowI leave em breathless like death kiss under the mistletoeFor real who think they seein me?Better get a eye examination, so ill there is no vaxinationIt`s like masterbatin when I take offload of stress out on paperJust play the drum track and I`ll slaughter itHold up first let me snatch the M-Ilike it was helpless still kiddie in the orphanageand make the hottest act on ya label feel subordinateHave your dome pourest ya mind singing my chorusFuck a audience gods like this muh`fuckers on some shitYo it`s about to pour just don`t get caught in itAll you faggot deejay`s, if you ain`t got me on ya playlistIncorporate this, shit is dangerous, contagiousMy voice effects your cranium quick, it makes ya sick(chorus 1x)