God Bless Pepsi Lyrics
| Song | God Bless Pepsi |
| Artist | Weerd Science |
| Album | Friends And Nervous Breakdowns |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Weerd Science | |
| It's so simple | |
| Got a whole list of issues | |
| Inside of my brain | |
| Gathered right next to the temple | |
| Write all my rhymes in pencil | |
| So I can erase 'em | |
| The morning after | |
| I write them | |
| I wake up, read them and hate them | |
| Reliberate them, lay them down | |
| And made them understand | |
| Sometimes a rapper sucks | |
| There's nothing | |
| I can do to change them | |
| Man, it's like | |
| I told you before | |
| You don't listen to me | |
| So I don't listen no more | |
| Give me a huge label advance | |
| And a chance at fame | |
| And I, I'll sing and dance | |
| Go right with the grain | |
| Sponsor soda companies | |
| Promote with no shame | |
| Smile, shake hands | |
| Damn, I love this game | |
| But just when you think that | |
| I'm your best friend | |
| I'ma stab you in your fucking back, time and time again ' | |
| Til the blood soaks through your sports coat | |
| And with my | |
| Pepsi money, | |
| I'ma drink | |
| Coke You'll be stifle to trifle my cycling | |
| Ease the pain of the knife | |
| That's in my fucking back | |
| Or is that a hose | |
| They siphon in my spirit, man | |
| Got to attack | |
| Counter they blows with blocks | |
| In the name of all that is not wack | |
| Kick my fucking system | |
| Into auto-rap | |
| White or black, slap your face | |
| Until your head's not attached | |
| Rocket blast, feel the slap | |
| Back of payback hurts | |
| But I've had to nurse wounds | |
| That are so much worse | |
| Now first, | |
| I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I'm so fucked, but | |
| I'm about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I'm gosh darn tired of it | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I'm so fucked, but | |
| I'm about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I'm gosh darn tired of it | |
| Damn skippy | |
| Fizzing fusing using the brand of raps | |
| Not currently used in hip hop | |
| Lips lock, never was part of my agenda | |
| To bend over and open up my ass cheeks | |
| So ya'll could dip cock | |
| On the radar, making other | |
| MC's jealous and green | |
| Like they name was | |
| Ralph Nadar | |
| Yeah, I'm broke as fuck and | |
| I got no paper | |
| Should’ve just stuck with rock, it would have been much safer | |
| Trying to make a dent in the world like a crater | |
| The illest of traders, it's me, | |
| Darth Vader | |
| Nothing can save you peace, | |
| I'll see you later | |
| The dollar fifty in my wallet forcing me to hate you | |
| Take you on a little journey through my life | |
| Where dad slept on the sofa, never with his wife | |
| Even as a toddler, man, it struck me as odd | |
| But it only getting odder, | |
| I never looked to god | |
| I just wrote rhymes on paper that's lined | |
| And everyone of my lines reflects on times | |
| That I live in, giving a shit, not me | |
| Like metal band guitars | |
| Everyone of my lyrics lately is in drop | |
| D Now first, | |
| I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I'm so fucked, but | |
| I'm about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I'm gosh darn tired of it | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I'm so fucked, but | |
| I'm about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I'm gosh darn tired of it | |
| Now you can't force a revolution, choosing sides | |
| Offer a helping hand to the dumb and blind | |
| Use my record like the guide line, for you to follow along | |
| Speak up and then swallow your tongue | |
| You're hardcore, | |
| I'm hallow core, my blue collar tone | |
| Working class hero, shit gets piled on | |
| I really hate all these mother fuckers | |
| I smiled on | |
| I'm lying on a cold table | |
| But feel like | |
| I'm dying on a rope or a cable | |
| I'm unable to breathe the air through my nasal passage hole | |
| Masses don't believe me, nobody believes me | |
| Oh, ya'll think it's easy to move up like | |
| Georgia Weasy, excuse me | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I'm so fucked, but | |
| I'm about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I'm gosh darn tired of it | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I'm so fucked, but | |
| I'm about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I'm gosh darn tired of it | |
| Damn skippy |
| zuo qu : Weerd Science | |
| It' s so simple | |
| Got a whole list of issues | |
| Inside of my brain | |
| Gathered right next to the temple | |
| Write all my rhymes in pencil | |
| So I can erase ' em | |
| The morning after | |
| I write them | |
| I wake up, read them and hate them | |
| Reliberate them, lay them down | |
| And made them understand | |
| Sometimes a rapper sucks | |
| There' s nothing | |
| I can do to change them | |
| Man, it' s like | |
| I told you before | |
| You don' t listen to me | |
| So I don' t listen no more | |
| Give me a huge label advance | |
| And a chance at fame | |
| And I, I' ll sing and dance | |
| Go right with the grain | |
| Sponsor soda companies | |
| Promote with no shame | |
| Smile, shake hands | |
| Damn, I love this game | |
| But just when you think that | |
| I' m your best friend | |
| I' ma stab you in your fucking back, time and time again ' | |
| Til the blood soaks through your sports coat | |
| And with my | |
| Pepsi money, | |
| I' ma drink | |
| Coke You' ll be stifle to trifle my cycling | |
| Ease the pain of the knife | |
| That' s in my fucking back | |
| Or is that a hose | |
| They siphon in my spirit, man | |
| Got to attack | |
| Counter they blows with blocks | |
| In the name of all that is not wack | |
| Kick my fucking system | |
| Into auto-rap | |
| White or black, slap your face | |
| Until your head' s not attached | |
| Rocket blast, feel the slap | |
| Back of payback hurts | |
| But I' ve had to nurse wounds | |
| That are so much worse | |
| Now first, | |
| I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| Damn skippy | |
| Fizzing fusing using the brand of raps | |
| Not currently used in hip hop | |
| Lips lock, never was part of my agenda | |
| To bend over and open up my ass cheeks | |
| So ya' ll could dip cock | |
| On the radar, making other | |
| MC' s jealous and green | |
| Like they name was | |
| Ralph Nadar | |
| Yeah, I' m broke as fuck and | |
| I got no paper | |
| Should' ve just stuck with rock, it would have been much safer | |
| Trying to make a dent in the world like a crater | |
| The illest of traders, it' s me, | |
| Darth Vader | |
| Nothing can save you peace, | |
| I' ll see you later | |
| The dollar fifty in my wallet forcing me to hate you | |
| Take you on a little journey through my life | |
| Where dad slept on the sofa, never with his wife | |
| Even as a toddler, man, it struck me as odd | |
| But it only getting odder, | |
| I never looked to god | |
| I just wrote rhymes on paper that' s lined | |
| And everyone of my lines reflects on times | |
| That I live in, giving a shit, not me | |
| Like metal band guitars | |
| Everyone of my lyrics lately is in drop | |
| D Now first, | |
| I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| Now you can' t force a revolution, choosing sides | |
| Offer a helping hand to the dumb and blind | |
| Use my record like the guide line, for you to follow along | |
| Speak up and then swallow your tongue | |
| You' re hardcore, | |
| I' m hallow core, my blue collar tone | |
| Working class hero, shit gets piled on | |
| I really hate all these mother fuckers | |
| I smiled on | |
| I' m lying on a cold table | |
| But feel like | |
| I' m dying on a rope or a cable | |
| I' m unable to breathe the air through my nasal passage hole | |
| Masses don' t believe me, nobody believes me | |
| Oh, ya' ll think it' s easy to move up like | |
| Georgia Weasy, excuse me | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| Damn skippy |
| zuò qǔ : Weerd Science | |
| It' s so simple | |
| Got a whole list of issues | |
| Inside of my brain | |
| Gathered right next to the temple | |
| Write all my rhymes in pencil | |
| So I can erase ' em | |
| The morning after | |
| I write them | |
| I wake up, read them and hate them | |
| Reliberate them, lay them down | |
| And made them understand | |
| Sometimes a rapper sucks | |
| There' s nothing | |
| I can do to change them | |
| Man, it' s like | |
| I told you before | |
| You don' t listen to me | |
| So I don' t listen no more | |
| Give me a huge label advance | |
| And a chance at fame | |
| And I, I' ll sing and dance | |
| Go right with the grain | |
| Sponsor soda companies | |
| Promote with no shame | |
| Smile, shake hands | |
| Damn, I love this game | |
| But just when you think that | |
| I' m your best friend | |
| I' ma stab you in your fucking back, time and time again ' | |
| Til the blood soaks through your sports coat | |
| And with my | |
| Pepsi money, | |
| I' ma drink | |
| Coke You' ll be stifle to trifle my cycling | |
| Ease the pain of the knife | |
| That' s in my fucking back | |
| Or is that a hose | |
| They siphon in my spirit, man | |
| Got to attack | |
| Counter they blows with blocks | |
| In the name of all that is not wack | |
| Kick my fucking system | |
| Into auto-rap | |
| White or black, slap your face | |
| Until your head' s not attached | |
| Rocket blast, feel the slap | |
| Back of payback hurts | |
| But I' ve had to nurse wounds | |
| That are so much worse | |
| Now first, | |
| I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| Damn skippy | |
| Fizzing fusing using the brand of raps | |
| Not currently used in hip hop | |
| Lips lock, never was part of my agenda | |
| To bend over and open up my ass cheeks | |
| So ya' ll could dip cock | |
| On the radar, making other | |
| MC' s jealous and green | |
| Like they name was | |
| Ralph Nadar | |
| Yeah, I' m broke as fuck and | |
| I got no paper | |
| Should' ve just stuck with rock, it would have been much safer | |
| Trying to make a dent in the world like a crater | |
| The illest of traders, it' s me, | |
| Darth Vader | |
| Nothing can save you peace, | |
| I' ll see you later | |
| The dollar fifty in my wallet forcing me to hate you | |
| Take you on a little journey through my life | |
| Where dad slept on the sofa, never with his wife | |
| Even as a toddler, man, it struck me as odd | |
| But it only getting odder, | |
| I never looked to god | |
| I just wrote rhymes on paper that' s lined | |
| And everyone of my lines reflects on times | |
| That I live in, giving a shit, not me | |
| Like metal band guitars | |
| Everyone of my lyrics lately is in drop | |
| D Now first, | |
| I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| Now you can' t force a revolution, choosing sides | |
| Offer a helping hand to the dumb and blind | |
| Use my record like the guide line, for you to follow along | |
| Speak up and then swallow your tongue | |
| You' re hardcore, | |
| I' m hallow core, my blue collar tone | |
| Working class hero, shit gets piled on | |
| I really hate all these mother fuckers | |
| I smiled on | |
| I' m lying on a cold table | |
| But feel like | |
| I' m dying on a rope or a cable | |
| I' m unable to breathe the air through my nasal passage hole | |
| Masses don' t believe me, nobody believes me | |
| Oh, ya' ll think it' s easy to move up like | |
| Georgia Weasy, excuse me | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| First, I would like to call attention to your verse | |
| The reason | |
| I' m so fucked, but | |
| I' m about to burst ' | |
| Cause you keep feeding me nothing but shit | |
| And tell while | |
| I' m gosh darn tired of it | |
| Damn skippy |
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