Swearsong (исполнитель: Heiruspecs)
(Muad'Dib) Trap-jaw tap (snap) Raw rap track, leave your cracked maw jacked on the floor, take a nap Black, white, red, said all over, got slapped with the newspaper-type flavor (whap!) To the back of the headline, needle teeters on the redline No thread binds me to keeping decent bedtime Double ended candle burner, grab a bit of fluid, turn it into a museum Wanna see me make a being out of wax? Breathe and relax I'll drop it on the page, let me see if it'll freeze in its tracks I need this, in fact if I quit, I'm a be dead Sick of being neck-deep n [bad word] like an aggravated pre-med(Felix) From jump been dedicated, talking that rhyme junk born out of records, boxes in car [bad word] bred to rap, born to rock like [bad word] Springsteen Louder than Friday the 13th when the blonde screams breathing harder, growing stronger your girl oughta know, that we can last longer It's like a condom when it gets broken you either test yourself or for the best xxxx you keep hopin' keep holding heat and as a matter of speech this heat could make this to a scene from Normandy beach that ain't to say that dope girls stay tannin' its last man standin' reckless abandon battle cats spitting battle raps to shatter saps ladder game playing saying rhymes as laughable acts unravel the raps and find some insight or a xxxx you wordplay so thick that a mack couldn't [bad word] through back, back, back, we go Quarterback style backpedaling champion like, always meddling we always moving forward seeking out the dope [bad word] you act like a pilgrim for the weak xxxx your settling novice or a veteran it's how you represent YOU any way you do it, single or a crew we always hit hard, got rhyme and reason breaking new ground while you pray to break even. what brain, heads full of trivial pursuit cards. But alphabetizing and color-coding them is too hard So just load'em up and throw'em as [bad word] 'Til they blowing back the sun, never holding back the tongue Like the perfect romantic moment during a slow dance Or a biual oral festival with no hands Oh man, programmed for jams Grown too big for these britches, but she can keep it in those pants [bad word] I'm a be in trouble with that double bubble popping like a pair of twins split a pack of Hubba-Bubba Slither, wiggle, shimmy, glide, ride to the fly vibe It's all right, giggle and jiggle them thighs Kids with the gift have arrived to provide the soul stirring, no slurring, closed current electric flow serving delectable technical blows to nose, throat, and sternum Encourage over the coal burning of slow vermin