What The Blood Clot (Explicit)
Method Man"What The Blood Clot (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Method Man, 2014, Pop. Der Song dauert 1:52, 62 lines / 303 words.
Songtext
0:32All I hear is gun shots
0:33Can I touch something
0:34What the blood claat
0:35Niggaz want tical
0:36Make it happen
0:37You know my f**kin style
0:38F**k the rappin
0:39We can take it back to eighty-five
0:41If you wanna start actin like you live
0:43It's all good
0:44I'm rollin with my clique
0:45Owls packwoods & phillies
0:47Smokin sess blunts mixed with illy
0:48Got me bustin
0:49Now the whole world looks dusted
0:51I'm in the area with the skill
0:53That never rusted
0:54For real ni**a touch it & you burn
0:56When will motherf**kers learn
0:57What be spreadin like a germ
0:58Ha ha it's meth word
0:59I be that early bird
1:00That got the worm & if you check it
1:02I'm on point like a fax machine
1:04You get the message
1:04It be no question & them
1:06Bust the second guessins
1:07Keep your thoughts on your lessons
1:09What the blood claat
1:10To tell the truth you don't amaze me
1:12Killa hill project
1:13A star trek phaser couldn't phase me
1:15What
1:15Check the raderuckus f**k this
1:17Smoke a dutchmaster
1:18Have em' screamin' for the duchess
1:20Yeah I gotta have it
1:21So I strive to stick my piece
1:23If I don't do it for mydelf
1:24I'm a do it for kase
1:25Cause that's my peoples
1:26I'm giving you injections that be lethal
1:28Weapon when niggaz start
1:30The half steppin
1:31Then I get evil
1:32But don't let that negative
1:33Vibe right there
1:34Mislead you
1:34I'm humble a f**king killer bee
1:36Far from bumble
1:37I sting you bzt and I bring you
1:39Thirty-six chambers
1:40Of head banger b**ch
1:41Why I deal with
1:42I think the mic is on the fritz
1:44Faggot soundmen
1:46They be sabotagin sh*t
1:47Look up in the sky
1:48It's a bird its a plane
1:50Methical let the whole world
1:51Know my f**kin name
1:52What the blood claat
All I hear is gun shots Can I touch something What the blood claat Niggaz want tical Make it happen You know my f**kin style F**k the rappin We can take it back to eighty-five If you wanna start actin like you live It's all good I'm rollin with my clique Owls packwoods & phillies Smokin sess blunts mixed with illy Got me bustin Now the whole world looks dusted I'm in the area with the skill That never rusted For real ni**a touch it & you burn When will motherf**kers learn What be spreadin like a germ Ha ha it's meth word I be that early bird That got the worm & if you check it I'm on point like a fax machine You get the message It be no question & them Bust the second guessins Keep your thoughts on your lessons What the blood claat To tell the truth you don't amaze me Killa hill project A star trek phaser couldn't phase me What Check the raderuckus f**k this Smoke a dutchmaster Have em' screamin' for the duchess Yeah I gotta have it So I strive to stick my piece If I don't do it for mydelf I'm a do it for kase Cause that's my peoples I'm giving you injections that be lethal Weapon when niggaz start The half steppin Then I get evil But don't let that negative Vibe right there Mislead you I'm humble a f**king killer bee Far from bumble I sting you bzt and I bring you Thirty-six chambers Of head banger b**ch Why I deal with I think the mic is on the fritz Faggot soundmen They be sabotagin sh*t Look up in the sky It's a bird its a plane Methical let the whole world Know my f**kin name What the blood claat
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