Текст песни Slaine - 99 Bottles

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[Verse 1] I serve your ass like John McEnroe Put a .45 Colt to the back of your skull Cut my finger on a razor blade bagging up blow Hit the back door with a little strag and a ho Yeah you heard the news That I’m back from the grave just to murder yous And I’ve been up in the streets kicking curbs in shoes Number one draft pick with the vertical White men can’t jump nah but I can dump slugs from a shotgun pump I come from a hood you do not come from If you think I’m no good take a shot dumb dumb Dummy come and try to take shit from me Little rookie, looky how the cookie’s so crumby I ain’t owe the dealer or the bookie no money I just owe it to the world cause I’m looking so funny [Chorus] 99 bottles of beer on the wall 99 problems and you’re hearing them all 99 ways, 99 lines, 99 rhymes fit 99 times Drink that, sip that, smoke that, sniff that Break that, take that, 99 bottles of beer on the wall [Verse 2] She asked 99 times for a sixty-nine And love how I rhyme with a shifty mind I told her 99 times that the shit was mine Make it 98, the bitch was one sip behind And if I don’t make it I’mma switch to crime But I’m leaning real hard on this gift of mine Wouldn’t you if you were spitting so sewer Strawberry blunts with the milk and Kahlua You’re like what’s he think cause a milk and Kahlua is a pussy drink What’s a dime piece worth if her pussy stinks? I have been knocked down and pushed to the brink I stick with the reek cause I reek of the stink So come and take a whiff when I speak what I think I roll up in the club, take a leak in the sink Then I bounce from the spot with a freak in a mink [Chorus] [Verse 3] I’m the cream of the crop with the scheminist plot He’s back from Hell and the demon is hot I’m a nightmare now, are you dreaming or not? Jumping out the whip drunk and I scream at a cop Oh I don’t know what you take me as A snake in the grass or maybe I’m an atheist But you motherfuckers scared of my crazy ass I’ll cut you up and put you in a Macy’s bag And fuck what the media thinks I translate Sally Wong just to read to the *chinks* If you don’t get I’m fooling around I’ll hold your head under the water in a pool till you drown Clutching the Uzi, shoot it around Popping your top off a beautiful sound So when the city burns down all the looters around Stay stuck in the fucking dirt like a root in the ground [Chorus]

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