Bomb (feat. VIVID EVIL)
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen"
"We are tonight's entertainment"
Let's go get the song started
'Bout to drop the bomb and explode it
Tick-tick boom, then your head has exploded
Blood spraying 'round the room, it is turnin' red
One more second 'till your officially dead
My bitch can't hurt me, so I ain't worried
Every person I killed is dead and buried
I got 20 racks in the back of my rari
I just don't have time for any of that shit
Hold up, six punches hold your head still
All these guys I know are gonna take a pill or maybe somethin' else
Got my boys Kleevlin and Angie here by my side
Oh for fuck sake Angie, were did you get those chips?
Sorry hoe, I lost your guy
He maybe left you cause of your personality
If you look closely you'll be able to see somethin' black and round (What is it?)
Oh look what it is, it's the big and black
Bomb, bomb, can you please hold the
Bomb, bomb, light up the
Bomb, bomb, explosions
None of you are never even gonna survive this
I just banished into the earth
'Cause I ain't got no worries to pull out from the dirt
Maybe I gotta think of the positive first
Listenin' to punk rock from the 80's
Dancin' on the floor just to fuck all the ladies
Still got none, might as well be killin' babies
Listenin' to the recovery album is the one that made me
But baby, I already know that I'm going crazy
And that changed me into a man who grew up livin' life
Who didn't wanna be rebelliously harmed by anything
Yeah it's bomb season, so get ready
Hold the bomb or I'll explode it, so do it steady
Counting down in 3, 2, 1, sorry, too late
I'm doing this recording right now in my bedroom
Hold up, lets not get to personal
But I think these guys need to know what I'm rappin' for
To prove them all wrong, put them in the dirt
Bomb, bomb, can you please hold the
Bomb, bomb, light up the
Bomb, bomb, explosions
None of you are never even gonna survive this
Bomb, bomb, can you please hold the
Bomb, bomb, light up the
Bomb, bomb, explosions
I might go crazy and blow up this fuckin' building