Don't You Even Go There (main) Songtext
von Demigodz

Ah, ah, ah, ah
Au contraire mon frère
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Don't you even go there (ah)
Au-au-au, au contraire mon frère
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Don't you even go there

How you doing?
My name's Louis, first of all, I make stupid music
For losers and beer abusers, screw-ups and human sewers
I′m a cesspool myself, with a head full of wealthy
Rich and sick shit thoughts, that helps me to sell CDs
I mastered in, giving niggas gasps
As if asthma is constrictin′ their clogged-up lung passages
Act as if, you don't want an ass whipping, see?
Sometimes being a pussy can have its advantages


Isn′t it glamorous, to get your asses beat
By one of the last MC's, ′til you're canceling seats?
If the fans disagree, I make house calls (no)
You keep it up, it′ll be tough busting nuts without balls (ohh)
I'm just an outlaw who, doesn't belong
So strong I make my own squad look dumb on our songs (dumb on our songs)
So when I put one of ′em on, niggas get so mad (fuck you)
I had to get a car system with a headphone jack (headphone jack)

Au contraire mon frère
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Don't you even go there (ah)
Au-au-au, au contraire mon frère
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Don't you even go there (ah)
Don′t you even

Au contraire mon frère
Don't you even go there (ah)
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Au-au-au, au contraire mon frère
Don't you even go there (ah)
Don't you even go there


I′ve existed for eons, peons run, even three-on-one
My rhymes outshine, like I got a neon tongue (neon tongue)
In battle I′m gifted, it's like I′m cataclysmic
The baddest to spit it, my optics read data and digits
Like I'm Neo when I master the Matrix, faster than spaceships
Futuristic flow, but bring it back to the basics
I′m a flow fanatic, memory is photographic
When I was a little sperm, blasted out the prophylactic (yeah)
Now I blow the static off your dusty phonograph
(Ap's about to blow) like the noses, on some coke addicts

You wack jokes would get your back broke
′Cause I keep it gangsta, like Ice Cube, with jheri curls and black locs
Fast to blast, like white teens in black coats
Walking in math class and clap till the gat smokes
Your girl jocks me and clocks me like a track coach
You thought you had a doper flow, I don't think so

Au contraire mon frère
Don't you even go there (ah)
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Au-au-au, au contraire mon frère
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Don't you even go there (ah)
Don′t you even

Au contraire mon frère
Don't you even go there (ah)
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Au-au-au, au contraire mon frère
Don't you even go there (ah)
Don′t you even go there (ah)

Yo
You can call the feds and the army or the fucking navy
But you can't stop a wild animal, hungry with rabies (grrrr)
And I'm just that, while you saying, "You got gats cocked"
Your whole platoon is looking like, the Mister Softee mascot (the Mister Softee mascot)
I give a fuck, if you Believe It or Not
I′ll rip Ripley′s limbs off and beat 'em, with ′em, till his body drops
It ain't a question if this shit is the bomb
I′ll choke your bitch with a thong and dump her off on your lawn

It's funny the way I lick shots off in the sound booth
I′m so hilarious, I pull walk-bys in a clown suit
My niggas keep it gator
And while your album's in stores now, it's in the trash can later
I hate a fucking MC, who thinks that they can face the god Celph Titled
I′d rather use a rifle than a microphone to snipe you
Certified officially, we got the ill flow
And make headlines like a corduroy pillow

Au contraire mon frère
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Don't you even go there (ah)
Au-au-au, au contraire mon frère
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Don't you even go there (ah)
Don′t you even

Au contraire mon frère
Don't you even go there (ah)
Don′t you even go there (ah)
Au-au-au, au contraire mon frère
Don't you even go there (ah)
Don't you even go there (ah)