Текст песни Duck Tape

[Islord] Aiyo my mind is like a nine, I shoot my thoughts at ya'll Bitch ass niggas, corny rap niggas Claiming that ya'll live and shit, but hell no Cuz I do this, kid, through rain, sleet & snow Yeah, kid, what, I'm just that live Cuz me and Dom P, blacking niggas eyes So ya'll best to realize the realism How Islord get down on the rhythm, cuz I hit 'em wit that -- [Dom Pachino] Run up in the game with the duct tape, to the shit ya'll rape I don't know how much more shit can I take, and fuck jake And the fatman too, I bring the gat land through Turn him into fatman fondu, and this cockerspaniel My glock handle, too hot to handle My next drill's left field, to make your next feel vandal My tech can't stand you, my chips, you better fork them over Or you be treated like a Hunt for the Red October I sink ya ship with the flare, from my brother grip Get smothered quick, for fucking wit me, dick, on some G shit I see shit in 3D, you won't be shit, and you definitely won't defeat me I'm so swift, breath of fresh air on the airwaves Aren't you tired of the same shit you hear every day? And here we go again, the heat holding, the beat swollen Just speak golden, his flow's frozen, the whole world knows him [Islord] Since '97, I was rocking ya'll to heaven With classical material, machine gun funk Right out your stereo, so here I go, lyrical assassin Quick to attack, any nigga acting Like he invincible, and can't get returned to the essence Kid, you must be stupid, thinking like you adolescent Like your whole family won't get duct taped Then get tossed in the lake, somewhere upstate For fucking with my plateDom Pachino f/ Islord - Duck Tape - http://ru.motolyrics.com/dom-pachino-f-islord/duck-tape-lyrics.html