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Serpent Boy
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Hard Rock
Serpent Boy è stato pubblicato il 14 agosto 1997 da Volcano come parte dell'album (Hed) P.E.
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Data di uscita14 agosto 1997
EtichettaVolcano
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM92

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
(Hed) P.E.
(Hed) P.E.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
W. Geer
W. Geer
Composer
J. Shaine
J. Shaine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Wesstyle
Wesstyle
Mixing Engineer
M.C.U.D.
M.C.U.D.
Mixing Engineer
T-Ray
T-Ray
Producer
Ben Grosse
Ben Grosse
Mixing Engineer
Anton Pukshansky
Anton Pukshansky
Recording Engineer
Chaz Harper
Chaz Harper
Engineer
Howie Weinberg
Howie Weinberg
Mastering Engineer

Testi

Two white boys took him for a ride
Ain't seen your punk-ass around lately
Ain't seen your punk-ass around lately
Pitching from my bag?
Ain't seen your punk-ass around lately
I know I'm really coming to remind you
I've been looking behind you
'Cause I know where to find you
What?
Yeah I said, count the days
Don't hold your breath
Chickity check, 2-0-1-2
The perpetrator never knew
Never properly represent the struggle
The boy in the bubble is you not Barbarino
My flows unclog your souls like Drano
My logic-tight like Plato
Whoop ass like Kato
With more troops than NATO
Wreckin' your house
Like a tornado in the Barbados
Drop down give props to the third rock
First come first serve shake the spot
See you not so big like you thought you was
Not my blood not my 'cause
Not mi familia
I play like amnesia when I sees ya
Who needs ya
You're on my dick like a skeezah
So, get off me
Take a look around
You forgot what you came here for
What's your theory?
Why ya try to play that game?
You can forget my name
Take a look around
Take a deep breath
Recollect yourself
You a zero
You don't respect yourself
Still running that weak ass game
You can forget my name
Unh!
Yeah
All right now
It's time to bury the bloody hatchet in your
Motherfucking back
I laugh when I hear yo rib cage crack
I'm breakin' you down
Fucking you up like sprack
You always mixin up yo fiction with yo facts
Now I'mma let you know
How the soul for real is
Come correct, let me know what the deal is
Bro, pack your bowl, with my flow
Shit just ain't workin out
No, I'mma have to let you go
Ain't no love no more
Ain't no love no more
Ain't no love no more
(White boy, you know you fucked up, I told ya)
Take a look around
You forgot what you came here for
What's your theory?
Why ya try to play that game?
You can forget my name
Take a look around
Take a deep breath
Recollect yourself
You a zero
You don't respect yourself
Still running that weak ass game
You can forget my name (forget my name)
So, wassup?
Ain't seen your punk ass around lately
Still beating up, bitches?
Said, if from your grave
I know I'm really coming to remind you
I've been looking behind
'Cause I know where to find you
Ain't no love no more, c'mon
Ain't no love no more, c'mon
Ain't no love no more
Take a look around
You forgot what you came here for
What's your theory?
Why ya try to play that game?
You can forget my name
Take a look around
Take a deep breath
Recollect yourself
You a zero
You don't respect yourself
Still running that weak ass game
You can forget my name
What?
What?
Humpy-dumpty-dy-dump
Hold up
Take a look around
Wha-wha-White boy
You should've known that your ass was banished
So tell your sissy peer
I'll make it perfectly clear that we can't tolerate
No, no, we can't take from the broken man
Beatin' down their girls and stealing from my hydrosack
So now you know the deal, our deal
Come on
Bitch when (bitch when, bitch when, bitch when)
(Bitch when, bitch when, bitch when)
(Bitch when, bitch when, bitch when)
Written by: J. Shaine, W. Geer
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