MBMA - Kolla På Dom So hold up your hands for the listing in the car Watch up, the angels got cruise missiles Leprechaun, this looks like my painting shed For every day that goes I get less patience Then somebody like you interpret an end to our writing styles Despite that it looks like you are chasing UFO:s with police cars When you’re right the whole sea will be burning And the grim reaper knocks and asks you to take it like a man If you let it go, i promise speed to the limit Hip-hop is weed, rhyme books and sleep on broken sofas The competition is like a giant on steroids While we trick you at the sweets like a pedophile What the fuck are you sure, no cross in the world counts One scapegoat, one celestial body who’s burns with honour I’m good, you bad that is implicitly And if don’t get it you’re probably stupid or something
"I'll get the mexicans to fuck up Xzibit again if he don't pimp my ride" - Celph Titled