Mareko, Psycho Les - Oh Shit текст песни

Oh shit
Oh shit
Oh shit
Ayo I’m sipping on some cognac
With a baseball hat to match the throwbacks
And when you see me fall back or bounce splat
Hold that, stop procrastinating nigga and roll that
Get the waste basket crackin out
Get the cock outta your ass
And snap outta that fagets spell
The industry got you under
Believe in the hype, then you wonder
Why the singles hot but the LP sucks
Now your like «Damn I shoulda got Beatnuts»
Guaranteed satisfaction
Every track is programmed to bounce asses
Across the global you can hear my vocal
Echo over the mountains like a yodel
It’s big Phsyc straight from the kartel
With more flavors than carvel
I’m able to fill tall buildings to the capacity
And pack guns like Butch Cassidy
Open fire rapidly and rob banks
Then change my looks shave my face
Now I’m Tom Hanks
A cast away any body getting away
I’m a blast away and end the fuckin masquerade
Deceptikons, Beatnuts make 'em say
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
From New York to South Aucks make 'em say
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Deceptions, Beatnuts make em say
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
From New York to South Aucks make em say
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
It’s finally on yeah we at it again
Back 'cause these whack rappers
Are fulla more shit than a catheter is And drinking games are my national rap
Plus you dogs are throwing up W’s those are capital M’s
(Mareko Side)
Mareko dropping lines like a fisherman
You’d swear my pads are possessed
By the mind of Spike Milligan
Bad jelly and withes and shit
I’d eat a watermelon and shoot your crew up with the pips
My syllabus is definitely hands on Mareko beats nuts you cats just jack off
(Fuckin' jack offs)
I stand my ground like I’m standing out your building
Chillin' with a group of chubby samoan children
Oh shit, yeah this is that dope shit
That parents just tell your kids to just say no shit
And if your doubting these lines
Then you crazy cats must’ve lost
The plot like a clumsy screen writer
The cordless mic snatcher creep stalking your fortress
From out of orbit so knowing this proceed with pure caution
Musical massacre Elimination killed many
Now I’m mourning the dead White Sunday in New York City
Kiwi civilians with weapons causing mass concussion
Microphone check check explosive dialect
Oh shit this is definitely that hot shit
From another planet that typical UFO shit
A tongue and horse man galloping on a stallion
Brushing aside beef like a serious vegetarian
Devolo my names stuck on you like a tattoo
A permanent impression engraved on you whack ass fools
Deceptikons, Beatnuts make 'em say
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
From New York to South Aucks make 'em say
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
Deceptions, Beatnuts make em say
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit
From New York to South Aucks make em say
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit