Beast on Beat Songtext
von Smokey Joe & The Kid
Beast on Beat Songtext
R.A. The Rugged Man
The Lamotta and Bobby, the Scorsese
The 1988, ′80 baby
I whip the Jesus in early A.D.
The say he's so racey, the people hate me
Comedic pigmeat and moms mabley
The G-O-A-T, your mom pays me
The pale pasty, John Wayne gacey
With the clown posse insane crazy
This breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
When they keeping believing the freedom′ll come
Be a beast on the beats, and I'm eating the young
I'm a prince on the mic, Sheila E on the drum
Loot the rich, nuke the ritz, the lunatics
Superstar′s ain′t recoup the splits
What they do for attention and do for clicks
Why the sheep scared of what the truth depicts?
The brain tumor hits what the youth permits
Burn truth and beat it to the crucifix
The D-ball with the B-ball shooting bricks
With the cracker cheese with the tuna fish
Buss the Russ Meyer type hooter chicks
With Super Vixen, bazooka tits
I'm a snake in the tree bring sin around Adam
I might ice skate on the ring around saturn
Breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
They keepin′ believing the freedom will come
Beast on the beats, and I'm eating the young
I′m a prince on the mic, Sheila E on the drum
Breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
They keepin' believing the freedom will come
Beast on the beats
Yo, fuck signing petitions, I′m bowing up bridges
Political dick in the dirt in the ditches
Impeaching the president
The honey drippers, opinion opposition
Swim with the fishes
I ride the flow like a rodeo
Live at the show, ho Smokey Joe
Did it hard with the hate, said the God better wait
Hydrogen Megaton Mega Bomb Detonate
Like, where they wanna take it?
How they wanna do me?
Do a Sho kosugi-ninjutsu in a movie
Way to be moving the crowd telekinetic
The Sundown in a town
That dead man dreaded
Did it with the maggot brain
A Parliament a funkadelic
Decorated Metal Venerated
Figure head a relic, that's my philosophy
Kris, The Teacha
Greek Aristote and Frederick Nietzsche
They hate me or love me
But never could ignore me
When I'm singing and bringing the miracles of Berry Gordy
And I did it for the guns
And I did it for the glory
And I did it for the money
And the hookers in the orgy
When I die, it′s a giving, NY city living
Crack whores, not Julia roberts
Or pretty women, keep it in the milk crate
Did he did it the digging the DJ
Do the spinning, I bring it to the beginning
Go!
Breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
They keepin′ believing the freedom will come
Beast on the beats, and I'm eating the young
I′m a prince on the mic, Sheila E on the drum
Breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
They keepin' believing the freedom will come
Beast on the beats
Breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
They keepin′ believing the freedom will come
Beast on the beats, and I'm eating the young
I′m a prince on the mic, Sheila E on the drum
The Lamotta and Bobby, the Scorsese
The 1988, ′80 baby
I whip the Jesus in early A.D.
The say he's so racey, the people hate me
Comedic pigmeat and moms mabley
The G-O-A-T, your mom pays me
The pale pasty, John Wayne gacey
With the clown posse insane crazy
This breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
When they keeping believing the freedom′ll come
Be a beast on the beats, and I'm eating the young
I'm a prince on the mic, Sheila E on the drum
Loot the rich, nuke the ritz, the lunatics
Superstar′s ain′t recoup the splits
What they do for attention and do for clicks
Why the sheep scared of what the truth depicts?
The brain tumor hits what the youth permits
Burn truth and beat it to the crucifix
The D-ball with the B-ball shooting bricks
With the cracker cheese with the tuna fish
Buss the Russ Meyer type hooter chicks
With Super Vixen, bazooka tits
I'm a snake in the tree bring sin around Adam
I might ice skate on the ring around saturn
Breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
They keepin′ believing the freedom will come
Beast on the beats, and I'm eating the young
I′m a prince on the mic, Sheila E on the drum
Breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
They keepin' believing the freedom will come
Beast on the beats
Yo, fuck signing petitions, I′m bowing up bridges
Political dick in the dirt in the ditches
Impeaching the president
The honey drippers, opinion opposition
Swim with the fishes
I ride the flow like a rodeo
Live at the show, ho Smokey Joe
Did it hard with the hate, said the God better wait
Hydrogen Megaton Mega Bomb Detonate
Like, where they wanna take it?
How they wanna do me?
Do a Sho kosugi-ninjutsu in a movie
Way to be moving the crowd telekinetic
The Sundown in a town
That dead man dreaded
Did it with the maggot brain
A Parliament a funkadelic
Decorated Metal Venerated
Figure head a relic, that's my philosophy
Kris, The Teacha
Greek Aristote and Frederick Nietzsche
They hate me or love me
But never could ignore me
When I'm singing and bringing the miracles of Berry Gordy
And I did it for the guns
And I did it for the glory
And I did it for the money
And the hookers in the orgy
When I die, it′s a giving, NY city living
Crack whores, not Julia roberts
Or pretty women, keep it in the milk crate
Did he did it the digging the DJ
Do the spinning, I bring it to the beginning
Go!
Breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
They keepin′ believing the freedom will come
Beast on the beats, and I'm eating the young
I′m a prince on the mic, Sheila E on the drum
Breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
They keepin' believing the freedom will come
Beast on the beats
Breathing, deceiving, the heathen is scum
They keepin′ believing the freedom will come
Beast on the beats, and I'm eating the young
I′m a prince on the mic, Sheila E on the drum
Writer(s): Hugo Sánchez, Matthieu Perrein, Pierre Jean Ley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
