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Gorilla Voltage
Apezilla
251
Hip-Hop/Rap
Apezilla은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2018년 8월 17일일에 Gorilla Voltage에서 발매되었습니다.The Lost Tapes
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앨범The Lost Tapes
발매일2018년 8월 17일
라벨Gorilla Voltage
언어English
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BPM89

개요

가사

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실연 아티스트
Gorilla Voltage
Gorilla Voltage
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Cole Salles
Cole Salles
작사가 겸 작곡가

가사

I was cryogenically frozen and brought back
To piss on all you bastards, Austin Power hungry
Making faggots brandy for the savage
Cabbage patch of rappers
I be smacking 'em with my garbage pail
Hard to tell between the men and the mice
When I'll be up for sale
Alpha male pale in comparison, your garrison
Pussy-footin', that's why you fake fucks is failing
All black sales barking orders at the Hip-Hop border
Acid rain mortar, new world order
Bring the torch of shame
But blasting flames at all these roaches
Scattered dames and another of the cocoa powder
Brains up on the wall, a flower, blame it on me
Choke up on my name up in your mouth
You cowards, our grapes and another of the bloody rose
Is the social matter
Jaw shatter, so what's next, go back to the basics
DVD be the apex, I could be the boogeyman
I'm such a sick pup, I upchuck dialect
Deliver from both fist fight
Bitch pluck, picking em out of the crowd
You wanna dick suck? that big ol' bubble butt was in effect
So watch your lips up, grip my grave, dig a bigger picture
Is the creme nut, splendid
She sucking and licking and fucking like a champion
Smell huh
Hell ya, two girls, one cup, same shit that all y'all clones sip up
And get spit out
I buy the quip tonight you wanna quip tonight
Godzilla seeing red tryna find a fight
Tricky tanks mobbing like the Mormons on the bike
So spreading the word and burning the crosses upside down right
Way you fit to be fitted, we liquid nitrogen, we chilling
We the Hip-Hop Kennedy's, to stop us, gotta kill us
Villainous since I been a hearing aid man
When I made men for your brain and I got you in my crosshairs
Ore in my eyes, guess I'm just a kid
Little fist, press, squeeze, and trigger
On the spin
Pure dread coming through your system like a cancer
Rap necromancer, black flag waving in the wind
On the rampost, ram horns rising with my forehead ransom
Lamb on a platter
Bloody your bladder, you can't slow dance but a gorilla
Can get you steamrolled and even for debit
You on the wrong side of the green inferno
No one gets out alive ain't tribe prime be eternal
Yeah Colonel Sand blast around it and out the jacket
Jaw jabber, jaw running they mouth, glass shattering the bra
No more talky-talk, walk into the Sarlacc Pit
Ducking and dipping and diving and dodging
All your bullshit
Too crip
Time to put the point to rest
Like I put a knife to right, right in your chest
Turn the blade and let the poison infest
I piss on your grave and take a shit when you laid to rest
Well that wasn't very nice
Apezilla
You guys are sick
Shut up ho'
Written by: Cole Salles

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