Desperados Paroles

Paroles de Desperados

[Proof]Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics upWe got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayinSuper MC, you know what I meanBugz, Dirty and all that, all that shitYou know what I'm sayin, Desperados with the cars, Eminem[Eminem]Chauvinist pig, droven this Big LincolnTill it went over the bridgeJumped out and dove in the ditchBroke in a mobile home and stole a stove and fridgeKidnapped the parents and left the ransom note for the kidsI'm going for your midsHere's a body blow for your ribsWhile you're clutching your stomach and bleeding all over your bitchI know where you live, your girl showed me your cribUnless she told me a fibThen I'm gonna have both y'all get didBurning incense, facing a murder sentenceUnder intent, for investigation for killing infantsWhile I sit in padded rooms doing shroomsHaving visions of dead pregnant women with brooms jammed in their woundsSlit your carpet and rugs, and fucked your apartment upSticking up all the drugs, and jumping in garbage trucksI'm from the shitty slums that look like the city dumpsGive you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunchSee me every summer, layin up against the dumpsterWith a one hundred dollar jumper, smothered in southern comfortGot my Slim Shady sticker on your mother's bumperShe came home screamin a bunch of motherfuckers jumped her[Proof]Ay yoPursue to list em, there's no need to diss emThey be beheavin, make sure your whole breathing systemTwist them like big caps, who wants to hear thatRap, murder rates, and I snap vertebrates Collapse further states, my tribe reserves the graveYour pack deserve a crate, in fact the word is fakeI'll cook you slow like egg sufficient nutsI'm holding vandanna like seven great-molested slutsCalling me a bitch nigga, you need to stopReality, one on one how many times you got droppedI'm cut throat when any track runs, I smack none'sIt's the rough method that makes Muslims run and pack gunsI'm volcanic, the sermon preacherBurning MC's most wanted by Herman KefaYou tried to get a squad, they was like oh noLeavin you brain dead, hittin trees with Sonny BonoI kick without a dojo, D-12 slow flowShoot down your mother ship and pimp slap mojoNo pro wanna go knuckle blades with renegadeNigga tried to go pop, and plus they minute madeMy lieutenant spray your brigade, and trampled your flowBig P, the reason MC's canceled their showsThe truth will hurt, see Proof will work your shame in itThe best part of your show is when you put my name in itMy squad, godly, fearin shit hardlySo I hope when I die, I dope like Chris FarleyFuck that[Bugz]Who run shit, watch these drums hitYou dove head first into some old dumb shitHere's a can of ass whip, for you to come getYour clique made their trip, I made them hoes submitAsk your girl, she knows the scoop don't fuck with Bugz bitchI'll chop off her titti, have you sucking one titThem pink belly niggas is who you run withMaking half ass songs, shitty snares and one kickI hate your damn sound, don't like it one bitYou can make a double album, won't have one hitYour entire outfit is on some bullshitAnd there's not a damn one that I can't out wit I admit, that my style is unfitFor mamma's baby boy because I'm on some dumb shitLike I commit arsony, get harm quickYou pull the alarm switch, I'll stab you in your armpitNow who the nitwit wanna come get withThis egotistic, hip-hop fundal mentalisiticDon't risk it, you'll get your shit splitNow keep your distance, and keep existenceI'm the persistent when it comes to bench shitI smoked a blunt with my judge before my sentenceI'm relentless to deny you're senselessYo bitch, pay my bill that's where the hell your rent wentFuck that[Almighty Dreadknaughts]I killed competition, with no way out as an oppositionExecute the passengers on the flight my executive decisionThen reminisce on how shady the business Terrorists asked by Israelis when they visitBombed in insentientOne word in three in the making, murdered the exhibition team finishBeat the ref senselessNo timeout extended play papers over your intermissionAnd increasing the battlefield with the blood of ChristiansCryin for the messiah, but he don't listenI pop my wing when I top the stove frame boil sizzlingI fight a maniac cook, I do damage to kitchensFuck Home Depot, I demolitionWhen I home improve, I'll be there to fix itFor my school is supervision, for down finical aid smoked up my intuitionOnly hang out with rappers with explicit lyricsAnd pistol grip punks with a beef, bitch do you wanna get eaten[Almighty Dreadknaughts]I got a mind full of troubles Everything is in doublesI buy my guns in couplesNo time to replace fumblesCause MC's come and MC's go, we both flowInjured from head to toeNo fit a model, we full throttleYou stuck in low, incapable to master flowEverything is tactical, living mathematicalWatch master flow, unleash and let goI shit like lava, original designer, married to marijuana since a minorMaking it a chance to see my battleship could get you wet like fibs, whatApplying death-defying feets, maintain to keep my peaceFlow like to see, when I release these beats over concrete[Almighty Dreadknaughts]My president transitions has taken placeAs eyes spread folk ally on the M-I-CR-OPower he's cyphin not quality, I deal itLays the track and made it real, I know my people feel it Keep their head bobbin, and the emotional sobbinPlus a cultural cipher after show, hoes be slobbinKnobs, love the fuckin flavor of the icingPlus I'm precision, my double edge will continue slicin