Dopeshit (Apeshit Remix) (исполнитель: Nightclub Fight Club)
[bad word] [bad word] nightclub_fight_club KSol: All [bad word] brakes loose when the ape escapes I can control the whole world atop the Empire State If I'm a Bapesta your just a pair of Fapes I'm DK, you're Diddy Kong, you're half my weight My punchlines are more like they riddlin' Got your mind numb, can't sit still like you ain't on your ritalin Dyno with the black mags, straight pedalin' You woulda gotten away with rap if it wasn't for this kid, I'm meddlin' Pump up the bass and turn up the treble And I'll let you know when I'm done like a tea kettle Smash your foundation to pebbles, the renegade of the rebels So deep underground they call me the devil Taking "did he just say that?" to another level Going full throttle with my foot on the pedal [bad word] get big cheese, y'all Stuart Littles Did you realize my verse full of riddles? Mike: There's some blockage to my brain so it be rotted so insane I'm on that Crystal Method game, and I be high like paper planes I got that fillin up my lungs, and that [bad word] s gonna sting like I got a bee chillin on my tongue, I said that [bad word] s gonna sting I got everybody waitin patiently for me to say a line or two my rhymes are fluid, flew themselves into the fire ring [bad word] was talkin [bad word] to me, the Devil tried a third-degree on me I beat his [bad word] and took his throne, and name: the king I got everything under control, and I'ma have to kill it with a shot of penicillin and an AK-fortysimmy thing Cops be searchin my whip, and you can ask me cuz you like Ask Jeeves and bimmybitch, you gonna need Bing Cuz I'm the King of [bad word] believe me boy, there is none higher sucka weed smokin nimmyniggas call me sire to get me out of bed you better promise O or higher throw in a pack of jacks and a light and I'll be rimmy to retire It ain't depression, no it ain't the [bad word] [bad word] honey I be happier than infants watchin Bugs Bunny black and green Yums, skinny jeans, [bad word] Uggs Dunny on my green shirt, love green, love the nugs homie give Mike a mic and it'll be sharper than a knife like if writin rhymes was fightin I'd take everybody's life I'm the coolest rapper alive, you could call me the ice pick make a hundred mil and tell people you "Mike Rich" JP: Im eatin you like this, no scream, still lethal JP, for real: I kill people You strike me as a [bad word] fighter type of [bad word] rider Who would never strike me, b, you wouldnt strike a bic lighter So how you act like you sparkin up? You just a wannabe dawg that picked the wrong tree for barkin up You aint hard enough to see me with your mind's eye I go banzai gettin money, that's why I'm a high-class [bad word] studyin atop the citadel I ridicule and hit a fool whose illest [bad word] is pitiful and rip em through like team name banners back in middle school I sizzle you with flow so hot, my mic's a griddle fool [bad word] with The Club and we'll be killin you they'll find your body floatin in a inner city school's kiddie swimmin pool and little do they know that's only just a little bit of you the rest is underground consumed by beetles, like you're Liverpool I'm 52 times as ill as you, yeah I'm really cool but hot enough to burn the building down like in Resembool and you can ask the Elrichs if it's really [bad word] you silly tool Nightclub Fight Club raise the roof like a pillar do and keep this [bad word] rockin like a mineral [bad word] the meaning and I'll be leaving you floating like a inner tube here it is: we hold it down like Gorilla Glue musicians who exist to [bad word] to us, you're miniscule