Penyanyi : a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z #

lirik lagu axe murder – chris webby

“axe murder”

let’s h*t you with some bars real quick

axe murder a beat the way i spit a free
lizzie borden in the flesh come and get at me
like the witch of the west, i roll wickedly
can’t see me like paranormal activity
lickidy split, i rip sh*t quick-ily
get ya camcorder out, b*tch just picture me
killin’ sh*t everyday till you get sick of me
cause i been a beast since the priest christened me
blowin’ up ya tape deck c.t. to great neck
dutch full of o.g. kush and some train wreck
safe s*x? nah, i’m too raw
i stick it in they jaws then i get ’em out they draws
i’m a boss and break laws but never take a loss
flyer than mccaws, i’m just doin’ it because
i’m the best to do this within my age bracket
waka flocka, soulja boy: none of ’em can match it
that’s it; jot it down, print it up and fax it
and tell all your boys how webby spit that madness
got p*ssy goin’ nuts like i got some catnip
more than a tad sick, i murder ’em for practice
do what i do when i… burn
then ya gonna puff puff p*ss, it’s my… turn
i throw down with t*tans, i’m rhymin’ more
more bars than a phone in a verizon store
b*tch, i’m bigger than a body of a dinosaur
i’m crazy, who would ever blow a line before
goin’ into a math test, energetic as ever
and all i wrote down was my name: it’s ‘chris webster’
too drugged up to pay attention in cl*ss
so i got kicked out and put my focus on rap
but don’t do like i do, cause i’m f*cked in the head
all these un-prescribed meds, now i need special ed
i’m a beast, i’m a dog, i’m a mother f*ckin’ pot head
nerf gun in my hand, step and you’ll be shot dead
still mother f*ckin’ crazy, don’t doubt me
pocket full of lint, pack of bogies and my house keys
aw, jeeze; i be burnin’ the palm trees
keystone light to your f*ckin’ dom p
lazy kid, i still live with my mom, see
smokin’ bud sleepin’ late playin’ nazi zombies
28 days later, see me in the paper
i’m a mix of stewie griffin with a little darth vader
leave a crater in the earth when i drop my mix tape
the north star ain’t this hot, for sh*t’s sake
chase a 40 o.z. with a box of fish flakes
they might forget my name but they’ll remember how my d*ck taste
dictate the scene at all times
cause the ninja rapper’s back with an optimus rhyme
you undercl*ssmen can’t see the white noise, b*tch
that’s why my mix tape’s b*mpin’ in ya boy’s whip
oh sh*t, i spit and wreak havoc
my vocal chords like twin glocks, let me blast it
cause if anybody steps then i’m a bury ’em
c.t.’s on my back and i’m a carry ’em
smoke blunts till my iq’s very dumb
stay high like the water bill at an aquarium

and i’m out

| kumpulan lirik lagu chris webby

Disclaimer: lirik lagu axe murder - chris webby adalah properti dan hak cipta oleh pemilik / pencipta, dan disajikan untuk tujuan edukasi, promosi dan untuk penggunaan pribadi.

lirik lagu lainnya: