Mareko

Oh Shit
Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! [Phsyco Les] Ayo I'm sipping on some cognac With a baseball hat to match the throwbacks And when you see me fall back or bounce splat Hold that, stop procrastinating nigga and roll that Get the waste basket crackin out Get the cock outta your ass and snap outta that fagets spell The industry got you under Believe in the hype, then you wonder Why the singles hot but the LP sucks Now your like “damn I shoulda got Beatnuts” Guaranteed satisfaction Every track is programmed to bounce asses Across the global you can hear my vocal Echo over the mountains like a yodel It's big Phsyc straight from the kartel With more flavours than carvel I'm able to fill tall buildings to the capacity And pack guns like Butch Cassidy Open fire rapidly and rob banks Then change my looks shave my face now I'm Tom Hanks A cast away any body getting away Letras de cancionesI'm a blast away and end the fuckin masquerade [Chorus] Deceptikons, Beatnuts make em say Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit! From New York to South Aucks make em say Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit! Deceptikons, Beatnuts make em say Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit! From New York to South Aucks make em say Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit! [Mareko] It's finally on yeah we at it again Back coz these whack rappers are fulla more shit than a catheter is And drinking games are my national rap Plus you dogs are throwing up W's those are capital M's (Mareko Siiiide) Mareko dropping lines like a fisherman You'd swear my pads are possessed by the mind of Spike Milligan Bad jelly and withes and shit I'd eat a watermelon and shoot your crew up with the pips My syllabus is definitely hands on Mareko beats nuts you cats just jack off (fuckin jack offs) I stand my ground like I'm standing out your building Chillin with a group of chubby samoan children Oh shit!, yeah this is that dope shit That parents just tell your kids to just say no shit And if your doubting these lines then you crazy cats must've lost the plot like a clumsy screen writer [Devolo] The chordless mic snatcher creep stalking your fortress From out of orbit so knowing this proceed with pure caution Musical massacre Elimination killed many Now I'm mourning the dead White Sunday in New York City Kiwi civilians with weapons causing mass concussion Microphone check check explosive dialect Oh shit this is definitely that hot shit From another planet that typical UFO shit A tongue and horse man galloping on a stallion Brushing aside beef like a serious vegetarian Devolo my names stuck on you like a tattoo A permanent impression engraved on you whack ass fools [Chorus] From Letras Mania