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stress eater, czarface & kool keith - top men of rap lyrics

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(and i know you’re going to like the next game)
(one time, yeah yeah, once again, one time)
(like this, yo, check it out)
(one time, rap bring it right, one time bore your mind you check it out)
it’s stress eater!
(here it is, and i know you’re all right)
it’s stress eater!

[verse 1: czarface]
alright, okay, i understand
stress eater’s here, and he’s got food in each hand
the right one, a burrito, the left one, you guessed it
a nuclear burrito that explodes when you press it
he got it from czar noir, we can go bar for bar
like a pub crawl, f+ck y’all
bozack, that is something you could get
big shout to brentwood, i was pumpin’ them casettes
when them m2s was gettin’ loose, producin’ super thug
i was on [cabbeth] street eatin’ super subs
with a hat like a straightedge like i didn’t use a drug
that way i could see knowledge like my man doodlebug (peace)
fun fact: i took classes at emerson, night school
i would’ve been better off professional wrestling
like the big show, shout to invicto, holdin’ up seven f+ckin feet and 2 inches
400 pounds, i’m royal in [denmore], about to get knighted yo, call me [herb pintore]
wanna see me flip though? (klaatu barada nikto)
ahh, the earth stood still when stress eater’s at the grill, chill
(gonna step)
[verse 2: czarface]
yup, i’m drunk at the jedi temple, swingin’ a saber, they say that jedi’s mental
use the force to lift red solo cups, and lift the sign that says “ben solo sucks”
kidding, i’m f+ckin’ around for certain, stress eater got acid reflux, the deluxe version
a stand up guy with a stand up gallagher, touchdown at the festival like an escadrille
still, know i rock like metallic micronauts, the contents are highly flammable
so my pandora’s box got more locks than [sheika styles] even the wild needles and miles
don’t need friends, they need guile, silver surfer down the aisle, richard petty down the raceway
a playstation glitch the way you say the same sh+t is why we need the game fixed
your brain tricks you into thinkin’ you’re the main sh+t, but you really ain’t sh+t

(we gotta lotta song, let’s sing the one about)
(let’s go down to the cemetery)
(alright, well i mean, since we’re revealing everything right now)
(the finest music anywhere today)
(stress eater!)

[verse 3: kool keith]
metaphors an eternity, paragraphs with gravity, there’s a learner fee
vocalses are complimentary, like tickets on the lotto, a [holly reverend] the throttle
a lotta f+ckers with distinctive champagne bottles, like a mcdonald’s 2+for+6 combo
the dunk off the mascot on the hoverboard like [god when he was with orlando]
the reversin’ the all+star game, spitting all+star flame
i got a all+star name, leavin rappers tied up with duct tape on their mouth and chains
all they inventory is my territory i claim, run into they brain like a amtrak train
everybody with a g+string get out my lane, the future [black kelly tribuca] from notre dame
i post open many who complain, got ’em all wearing sequins dressess and vera w+ng
(eloquent, exquisite, liquid smooth, professional, professional)



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