Assassination Day Songtext
von DJ Muggs
Assassination Day Songtext
Lyrics, clear the pipes like Drano
Witness pure hate like spit goin′ over Raimo
A good response would be to wave 'hi′ like Maino
Or it could be whatever dog— Bingo was his name-o
A rainbow in this go-to-hell game show
It's like a pause, eh yo, you know how the slang go
Bang, go, devil wanna tango
Get's insane dough, trick on any Jane Doe ho
Viano, insensato flow Shh... off the screen layin′ low vato
Playing slow
In fact playing so slow faster than light speed, indeed
Nick Junior on mute, tough and bleed at night
Skeed in the weed hours, deep study in the mix
Open up them doors, have ′em shittin' bricks
In effect, the verse big box, little pricks
Pause again, fiddle sticks
Teeny white pill within the skiddle mix, Villain
Back in the days waitin′ to get a cake and the biscuit
Found out a way to the wizard, makin' it blizzard
Pick up the pace in my skip, then paid them a visit
He took me straight where the fish is, weighted it and dished it
I threw some flake and some liquid, makin′ it rigid
Stayed in the kitchen bakin' and rippin′, apron and mittens
Razers and pictures taped to
Some scissors scrapin' the dishes
Plate with some riches, late with
Some bitches, Stacy and Bridget
Face where the dick is, stayed on their face like braces and bridges
Bracin' my britches laid this Mercedes racin′ on Bridges
Place is exquisite, safe with the digits, safe in the district
My paper straight, was makin′ the difference, steak with some brisket
The goons jumped and made with my mistress, shape on them bitches
See niggas paid, I'm lyrical, grab the shades and a fitted
Raise on them midgets, raise up the gauge and get with it
Niggas know I don′t play with this shizzit, flavor delivered, nigga
Witness pure hate like spit goin′ over Raimo
A good response would be to wave 'hi′ like Maino
Or it could be whatever dog— Bingo was his name-o
A rainbow in this go-to-hell game show
It's like a pause, eh yo, you know how the slang go
Bang, go, devil wanna tango
Get's insane dough, trick on any Jane Doe ho
Viano, insensato flow Shh... off the screen layin′ low vato
Playing slow
In fact playing so slow faster than light speed, indeed
Nick Junior on mute, tough and bleed at night
Skeed in the weed hours, deep study in the mix
Open up them doors, have ′em shittin' bricks
In effect, the verse big box, little pricks
Pause again, fiddle sticks
Teeny white pill within the skiddle mix, Villain
Back in the days waitin′ to get a cake and the biscuit
Found out a way to the wizard, makin' it blizzard
Pick up the pace in my skip, then paid them a visit
He took me straight where the fish is, weighted it and dished it
I threw some flake and some liquid, makin′ it rigid
Stayed in the kitchen bakin' and rippin′, apron and mittens
Razers and pictures taped to
Some scissors scrapin' the dishes
Plate with some riches, late with
Some bitches, Stacy and Bridget
Face where the dick is, stayed on their face like braces and bridges
Bracin' my britches laid this Mercedes racin′ on Bridges
Place is exquisite, safe with the digits, safe in the district
My paper straight, was makin′ the difference, steak with some brisket
The goons jumped and made with my mistress, shape on them bitches
See niggas paid, I'm lyrical, grab the shades and a fitted
Raise on them midgets, raise up the gauge and get with it
Niggas know I don′t play with this shizzit, flavor delivered, nigga
Writer(s): Robert F. Diggs, Corey Woods, Jason S. Hunter, Elgin Evander Turner, Dennis D. Coles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com