W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Worldwide Gunnin' Lyrics"
Gazpacho Lyrics
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth & John Helmer) Saw you walking on your velvet lawn Is it lonely on the moon? You took a dive and swallowed all you could Did you drink too much too soon? Nothing left for you to fight about And no-one wants to see you try The nearest neighbours are a mile away Does the ocean hear you cry?
I can't take it no more
Fuck you niggas
Fuck you bitches
Fuck this rap shit
Nigga don't ask me for shit
I'm sick of all the cameras
Fuck all you scavengers
Punk ass record labels
Scandalous ass managers
I'll take this microphone and slam it
Bitch I ain't no rapper, hoe I'm the hoodsta wit the talent
Shaddy ass fuck I'll take that ass for the scrilla
Stab you in the neck wit a rusty pair of scissors
Tie your kids to your ankels, watch you sweat and quiver
Fuck you in the ass wit a coat hanger nigga
Wit no ?compression? for you groupies at all
I'll bite yo' nipples off and throw you in a tub of rubbin alcohol
Fuck all ya'll
My mado for 98
I'm lettin niggas have it
Mak
Salty nutts is all I'm givin
All heel the shadiest one that nigga Dub has arisen
Chorus:
Every world wide gunnin
Put yo' Zigs in air
When it comes to janky shit we runnin'
Hold that shit
Light that shit
Smoke it,
When it comes to puttin this ruggish shit down yo' I'm the locest
And to the bitches
Skinny bitches
Fat bithces
Big bitches thinkin ya'll could get wit this 9 inches
Outlastin me you must be jokin
Hoe I'll leave you on the floor bleedin wit yo pussy busted open
4 play's for suckers (spits loogy)
I'll spit a loogy in your pussy fuck you wit this dirty rubber
Ass cheaks get smacked, clapped, waxed and smacked
Fuck a bed I'm lea
You ain't ready for a pro you still a rookie
Bitch, me fuckin you is like stickin razor blades in your pussy
Big bitches I'm tackelin and dick stabbin I'm serious
I'm even runnin red lights diggin you on your period
Fuck a ?nigga? I'm talkin Motel 6
A tall can and a big black ashy dick
Let them other niggas treat you feed you take you home
I just wanna get a pee on and get up and I'm gone
Chorus: (2x)
Run niggas run
Niggas better strap up and pack up or get slapped cuz here I come (who)
The pussy banger dice slanger still janky
Jumpin out the Coupe wit a hand full of bloody fangers
And this bitch I'm strangelin
Heaters I'm swangin the barrel jumpin off
To all you bitch politicians what's crackin?
I'll greet you all wit that duce finger thumb action
To all my enemies who wanna get close to me, choke me smoke me
I'll pray to the Lord you all eat shit and die slowly
You niggas can't fade me face it my shit bangs
When it comes to puttin this gangsta shit I comes to reign
Fuck this industry I run wit Tune's and CJ
Cuz 99.9% of you niggas is straight gay
One night here comes the hoodsta back up
And I clowns puttin the gunanunna runninunrunnin these niggas down
Chorus: (2x)
Uh, that's right
Fuck all ya'll
Bitch
Ya'll still can't fade it
WC (muthafucka)
Fuck all ya'll
(Music: Marillion Lyrics: Steve Hogarth & John Helmer) Saw you walking on your velvet lawn Is it lonely on the moon? You took a dive and swallowed all you could Did you drink too much too soon? Nothing left for you to fight about And no-one wants to see you try The nearest neighbours are a mile away Does the ocean hear you cry?
I can't take it no more
Fuck you niggas
Fuck you bitches
Fuck this rap shit
Nigga don't ask me for shit
I'm sick of all the cameras
Fuck all you scavengers
Punk ass record labels
Scandalous ass managers
I'll take this microphone and slam it
Bitch I ain't no rapper, hoe I'm the hoodsta wit the talent
Shaddy ass fuck I'll take that ass for the scrilla
Stab you in the neck wit a rusty pair of scissors
Tie your kids to your ankels, watch you sweat and quiver
Fuck you in the ass wit a coat hanger nigga
Wit no ?compression? for you groupies at all
I'll bite yo' nipples off and throw you in a tub of rubbin alcohol
Fuck all ya'll
My mado for 98
I'm lettin niggas have it
Mak
Blood Sucker Lyrics
[music: Andy Klassen] [words: Sabina Classen] Blood - Blood Sucker - You Wimp! You always win, you never loose, never looking back You're always looking for the right time to attack You feel like a king, but you lost your mind At the top, the need for more, it makes you blind In this fucking game that you describe as life There is
in the finest bitches toss my salad[music: Andy Klassen] [words: Sabina Classen] Blood - Blood Sucker - You Wimp! You always win, you never loose, never looking back You're always looking for the right time to attack You feel like a king, but you lost your mind At the top, the need for more, it makes you blind In this fucking game that you describe as life There is
Salty nutts is all I'm givin
All heel the shadiest one that nigga Dub has arisen
Chorus:
Every world wide gunnin
Put yo' Zigs in air
When it comes to janky shit we runnin'
Hold that shit
Light that shit
Smoke it,
When it comes to puttin this ruggish shit down yo' I'm the locest
And to the bitches
Skinny bitches
Fat bithces
Big bitches thinkin ya'll could get wit this 9 inches
Outlastin me you must be jokin
Hoe I'll leave you on the floor bleedin wit yo pussy busted open
4 play's for suckers (spits loogy)
I'll spit a loogy in your pussy fuck you wit this dirty rubber
Ass cheaks get smacked, clapped, waxed and smacked
Fuck a bed I'm lea
Room Service Lyrics
(Konishi) Translators: Andrei Cunha watashi no kakaritsuke no o-isha-sama ga kiita kono natsu kyuka wo toru kono natsu dokoka e iku doko e iku no mo kamawanai kedo hi-yake wo suru no wa dame watashi mo hi-yake wa iya dakedo kyuka wo toru shigoto suru no wa iya uchi ni iru no mo iya
vin carpet burns all on your back(Konishi) Translators: Andrei Cunha watashi no kakaritsuke no o-isha-sama ga kiita kono natsu kyuka wo toru kono natsu dokoka e iku doko e iku no mo kamawanai kedo hi-yake wo suru no wa dame watashi mo hi-yake wa iya dakedo kyuka wo toru shigoto suru no wa iya uchi ni iru no mo iya
You ain't ready for a pro you still a rookie
Bitch, me fuckin you is like stickin razor blades in your pussy
Big bitches I'm tackelin and dick stabbin I'm serious
I'm even runnin red lights diggin you on your period
Fuck a ?nigga? I'm talkin Motel 6
A tall can and a big black ashy dick
Let them other niggas treat you feed you take you home
I just wanna get a pee on and get up and I'm gone
Chorus: (2x)
Run niggas run
Niggas better strap up and pack up or get slapped cuz here I come (who)
The pussy banger dice slanger still janky
Jumpin out the Coupe wit a hand full of bloody fangers
And this bitch I'm strangelin
Heaters I'm swangin the barrel jumpin off
Mabel Lyrics
Don't eat green meat it ain't good for you you know it killed your brother, killed your sister too even fresh fried chicken on new-mown sand can't beat red beans eaten outa your hand Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table Don't slice no onions, don't peel
H double O D S T A claimin and ya'll know I'm famousDon't eat green meat it ain't good for you you know it killed your brother, killed your sister too even fresh fried chicken on new-mown sand can't beat red beans eaten outa your hand Oh Mabel, Mabel! You know I love you gal but I'm not able Mabel, oh Mabel, please get off the kitchen table Don't slice no onions, don't peel
To all you bitch politicians what's crackin?
I'll greet you all wit that duce finger thumb action
To all my enemies who wanna get close to me, choke me smoke me
I'll pray to the Lord you all eat shit and die slowly
You niggas can't fade me face it my shit bangs
When it comes to puttin this gangsta shit I comes to reign
Fuck this industry I run wit Tune's and CJ
Cuz 99.9% of you niggas is straight gay
One night here comes the hoodsta back up
And I clowns puttin the gunanunna runninunrunnin these niggas down
Chorus: (2x)
Uh, that's right
Fuck all ya'll
Bitch
Ya'll still can't fade it
WC (muthafucka)
Fuck all ya'll