CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : James Bond vs Indiana Jones
Bond, James
Hope you recognize the name
About to put your ass to shame
Bust a cap inside ya brain
British Secret service, man
Intelligence is my specialty
You've cracked your Crystal Skull
To think your ancient stones
Could f**k with me
We all know where you're really headed
Got a bullwhip and a kid?
I think someone's got a fetish
Winning ain't a lucky guess
It's down to a science
I'm a trigger finger killer, b*t*h
And I've got a license
Supposed to never say never
But i'll make a quick prediction:
You'll never close the case
If beating Jones is in your mission
I'm immune to superstition
A treasure hunting detective
A hero with a hobby
And you're about to be collected
Drop your fancy pants weapons
And we'll bare-knuckle brawl
Left hook to your jaw
Then watch your sky fall
Take a crack at my whip
But you know what it's for:
Protection while I'm raiding all the tombs
Of your Bond Girls
A bare-knuckle brawl
Won't help your odds, Henry
I'm a trained f**kin' killer
Someone check professor's memory
I'm 007 and I'm not your lucky number
It's your last crusade
Your temple's going under
Refined skills kicks the sh*t out of rugged
Should've have feared this snake
'Cuz my flow is cold blooded
It's a gentleman's match
So take off the fedora
It's the Golden-eyed G
Versus Dora the Explorer
Alright, my memories fine
How about a history lesson?
I'm a whip crackin' pimp
When my class is out of session
You think you're something new?
I've been droppin' Nazi spies
Drop your whack ass today
Because tomorrow never dies
So reliant on your gadgets
And equipment
Sounds like overcompensation
For failed bedroom missions...
I've got a classified message for Q
Decode this slick: f**k You
Hope you recognize the name
About to put your ass to shame
Bust a cap inside ya brain
British Secret service, man
Intelligence is my specialty
You've cracked your Crystal Skull
To think your ancient stones
Could f**k with me
We all know where you're really headed
Got a bullwhip and a kid?
I think someone's got a fetish
Winning ain't a lucky guess
It's down to a science
I'm a trigger finger killer, b*t*h
And I've got a license
Supposed to never say never
But i'll make a quick prediction:
You'll never close the case
If beating Jones is in your mission
I'm immune to superstition
A treasure hunting detective
A hero with a hobby
And you're about to be collected
Drop your fancy pants weapons
And we'll bare-knuckle brawl
Left hook to your jaw
Then watch your sky fall
Take a crack at my whip
But you know what it's for:
Protection while I'm raiding all the tombs
Of your Bond Girls
A bare-knuckle brawl
Won't help your odds, Henry
I'm a trained f**kin' killer
Someone check professor's memory
I'm 007 and I'm not your lucky number
It's your last crusade
Your temple's going under
Refined skills kicks the sh*t out of rugged
Should've have feared this snake
'Cuz my flow is cold blooded
It's a gentleman's match
So take off the fedora
It's the Golden-eyed G
Versus Dora the Explorer
Alright, my memories fine
How about a history lesson?
I'm a whip crackin' pimp
When my class is out of session
You think you're something new?
I've been droppin' Nazi spies
Drop your whack ass today
Because tomorrow never dies
So reliant on your gadgets
And equipment
Sounds like overcompensation
For failed bedroom missions...
I've got a classified message for Q
Decode this slick: f**k You
