Shiftee Lyrics
| Song | Shiftee |
| Artist | Onyx |
| Album | Bacdafucup |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Iiiiiii got struck by lighting in the thunder | |
| Wildin' in the ******t from the tundrum | |
| The winda!!!! | |
| Help me up, somebodies pullin me under | |
| A scorture, a flame on the brain, this is torture | |
| Terrible, horrible section aborter | |
| Sacrifice the virgin, urbun as splurgin | |
| Split sprice i'm gonna ****** yer like it's hurt yer right | |
| Bombs had got shattered, bullet holes in the paper | |
| Escape the madness, onyx! the baddest | |
| Souls of a souljah in the streets of survival | |
| If yer plan to buy the blackness | |
| Here's the gun to guide you | |
| Thumble up, crews crumble up under pressure god | |
| It's hard, ****** there won't be two prayin' | |
| Chorus: | |
| ******ftee, low down grity and grimy (x5) | |
| [sonne seeza] | |
| Comin' just bust me, peeled the real ******t | |
| Drilled through yer ear drum | |
| Hell yeah i'm vansum | |
| My equilirium is touched with the us g | |
| Sickness, contaminated with slickness | |
| Filfy, nasty, grungy | |
| Blacks of the reched | |
| I got it the 2nd, crazy ness went the septrum | |
| Yeah son, keep 'em on the run | |
| If you wasn't a 2, then you musta been a 1 | |
| It's not a been case, we erase | |
| What makes it my fate | |
| You just waste your time and butt so you better it space | |
| Cos if thats the ******t, your gettin' really stupid | |
| And you and yer man can't shoot me | |
| Chorus: | |
| ******ftee, low down grity and grimy | |
| ******ftee, ******ftee, ******ftee, ******ftee | |
| [fredro] | |
| Hey you you nasty ass | |
| (whats up big fella) | |
| Hey whatever, whatever ******t, the dirty desert dweller | |
| Who said never, all and together | |
| (now i'm gonna show you how the afficial ******s lock it up) | |
| Chorus: | |
| ******ftee, low down grity and grimy (x6) | |
| [sticky fingaz] | |
| One three, | |
| I'm gonna rule the ****** world, and thats my word | |
| I've got the filthiest ******t human ears ever heard | |
| And even if yer wash my mouth out with soap | |
| I'll still be that disgusting and despicable | |
| Unpredictable, liable to flip my lid | |
| My moms dropped me on my head when i was a kid | |
| But then i lost all my marbles, today i lost my job | |
| So in essence armeggedon somebody's bound to get robbed! | |
| Watch out! so this could be you, i believe | |
| With a gun to your face, it's better to give than recieve | |
| I'm more than meets the eye | |
| Energize, make your blood pressure rise | |
| Mad face ain't no disguise! | |
| Chorus: | |
| ******ftee, low down grity and grimy (x4) |
| Iiiiiii got struck by lighting in the thunder | |
| Wildin' in the t from the tundrum | |
| The winda!!!! | |
| Help me up, somebodies pullin me under | |
| A scorture, a flame on the brain, this is torture | |
| Terrible, horrible section aborter | |
| Sacrifice the virgin, urbun as splurgin | |
| Split sprice i' m gonna yer like it' s hurt yer right | |
| Bombs had got shattered, bullet holes in the paper | |
| Escape the madness, onyx! the baddest | |
| Souls of a souljah in the streets of survival | |
| If yer plan to buy the blackness | |
| Here' s the gun to guide you | |
| Thumble up, crews crumble up under pressure god | |
| It' s hard, there won' t be two prayin' | |
| Chorus: | |
| ftee, low down grity and grimy x5 | |
| sonne seeza | |
| Comin' just bust me, peeled the real t | |
| Drilled through yer ear drum | |
| Hell yeah i' m vansum | |
| My equilirium is touched with the us g | |
| Sickness, contaminated with slickness | |
| Filfy, nasty, grungy | |
| Blacks of the reched | |
| I got it the 2nd, crazy ness went the septrum | |
| Yeah son, keep ' em on the run | |
| If you wasn' t a 2, then you musta been a 1 | |
| It' s not a been case, we erase | |
| What makes it my fate | |
| You just waste your time and butt so you better it space | |
| Cos if thats the t, your gettin' really stupid | |
| And you and yer man can' t shoot me | |
| Chorus: | |
| ftee, low down grity and grimy | |
| ftee, ftee, ftee, ftee | |
| fredro | |
| Hey you you nasty ass | |
| whats up big fella | |
| Hey whatever, whatever t, the dirty desert dweller | |
| Who said never, all and together | |
| now i' m gonna show you how the afficial s lock it up | |
| Chorus: | |
| ftee, low down grity and grimy x6 | |
| sticky fingaz | |
| One three, | |
| I' m gonna rule the world, and thats my word | |
| I' ve got the filthiest t human ears ever heard | |
| And even if yer wash my mouth out with soap | |
| I' ll still be that disgusting and despicable | |
| Unpredictable, liable to flip my lid | |
| My moms dropped me on my head when i was a kid | |
| But then i lost all my marbles, today i lost my job | |
| So in essence armeggedon somebody' s bound to get robbed! | |
| Watch out! so this could be you, i believe | |
| With a gun to your face, it' s better to give than recieve | |
| I' m more than meets the eye | |
| Energize, make your blood pressure rise | |
| Mad face ain' t no disguise! | |
| Chorus: | |
| ftee, low down grity and grimy x4 |
| Iiiiiii got struck by lighting in the thunder | |
| Wildin' in the t from the tundrum | |
| The winda!!!! | |
| Help me up, somebodies pullin me under | |
| A scorture, a flame on the brain, this is torture | |
| Terrible, horrible section aborter | |
| Sacrifice the virgin, urbun as splurgin | |
| Split sprice i' m gonna yer like it' s hurt yer right | |
| Bombs had got shattered, bullet holes in the paper | |
| Escape the madness, onyx! the baddest | |
| Souls of a souljah in the streets of survival | |
| If yer plan to buy the blackness | |
| Here' s the gun to guide you | |
| Thumble up, crews crumble up under pressure god | |
| It' s hard, there won' t be two prayin' | |
| Chorus: | |
| ftee, low down grity and grimy x5 | |
| sonne seeza | |
| Comin' just bust me, peeled the real t | |
| Drilled through yer ear drum | |
| Hell yeah i' m vansum | |
| My equilirium is touched with the us g | |
| Sickness, contaminated with slickness | |
| Filfy, nasty, grungy | |
| Blacks of the reched | |
| I got it the 2nd, crazy ness went the septrum | |
| Yeah son, keep ' em on the run | |
| If you wasn' t a 2, then you musta been a 1 | |
| It' s not a been case, we erase | |
| What makes it my fate | |
| You just waste your time and butt so you better it space | |
| Cos if thats the t, your gettin' really stupid | |
| And you and yer man can' t shoot me | |
| Chorus: | |
| ftee, low down grity and grimy | |
| ftee, ftee, ftee, ftee | |
| fredro | |
| Hey you you nasty ass | |
| whats up big fella | |
| Hey whatever, whatever t, the dirty desert dweller | |
| Who said never, all and together | |
| now i' m gonna show you how the afficial s lock it up | |
| Chorus: | |
| ftee, low down grity and grimy x6 | |
| sticky fingaz | |
| One three, | |
| I' m gonna rule the world, and thats my word | |
| I' ve got the filthiest t human ears ever heard | |
| And even if yer wash my mouth out with soap | |
| I' ll still be that disgusting and despicable | |
| Unpredictable, liable to flip my lid | |
| My moms dropped me on my head when i was a kid | |
| But then i lost all my marbles, today i lost my job | |
| So in essence armeggedon somebody' s bound to get robbed! | |
| Watch out! so this could be you, i believe | |
| With a gun to your face, it' s better to give than recieve | |
| I' m more than meets the eye | |
| Energize, make your blood pressure rise | |
| Mad face ain' t no disguise! | |
| Chorus: | |
| ftee, low down grity and grimy x4 |
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