CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Danny Myers vs. Tink Da Demon
They ask me, "How do you prepare for a Bar God?"
I tell 'em, "Dark room."
I was grippin' my toast tight
Told the body relax and let the ghost write
Phantom flow, cannon blow
His wings spread as the angel rise from his hood like a Rolls Royce
Bold choice
You remind-
I said, damnit, damn, Tink, get it right...
I said, damn, take it back, f**k it
Mmm, damn
I said, they ask me, "How do you prepare for a Bar God?"
I tell 'em, "Dark room."
Grippin' the toast tight
I meditated, the pen levitated
I told my body relax and let my ghost write
Phantom flow, cannon blow - old voice!
His wings spread as the angel rise from his hood like a Rolls Royce
Bold choice!
I exposed my last opponent as a thief
Now the judges get to see you stealin' my style, dummy
Wild funny
You remind me of Al Bundy, 'cause even though you Married...With Children...
The pen is scary
One last sin to bury
I've come to kill a family cat like Pet Sematary!
I was raised at The Last House on the Left, in a haunted basement
Can make a chess move without a pawn to play wit'
The blade a groupie
I had people under my stairs before they made the movie!
My dog died, I would sleep in his cage
My frog died, tried eatin' his legs but couldn't stomach it!
I take pride and humble it!
You gotta know who you f**kin' wit'!
f**k your angles about my mini-me, and how you had to kill you a Reaper (Reepah) just to get to me
Danny, you a mere mortal that's here to mimic me
Whole 'nother energy
I'm pure evil and bad energy
Know real killers that wouldn't play 'round me, or play 'round us
Through the consequences, 'cause I lay down stuff
Muzzle on the miniature Uzi
Forest Whitaker movie: I Ghost Dog on his Greyhound bus!
Oh, I'mma torture you
The fans want me to talk to they God like I'm a oracle
25K on the line, I'm killin' four of you!
Wit' southpaw tactics
I tell 'em, "Dark room."
I was grippin' my toast tight
Told the body relax and let the ghost write
Phantom flow, cannon blow
His wings spread as the angel rise from his hood like a Rolls Royce
Bold choice
You remind-
I said, damnit, damn, Tink, get it right...
I said, damn, take it back, f**k it
Mmm, damn
I said, they ask me, "How do you prepare for a Bar God?"
I tell 'em, "Dark room."
Grippin' the toast tight
I meditated, the pen levitated
I told my body relax and let my ghost write
Phantom flow, cannon blow - old voice!
His wings spread as the angel rise from his hood like a Rolls Royce
Bold choice!
I exposed my last opponent as a thief
Now the judges get to see you stealin' my style, dummy
Wild funny
You remind me of Al Bundy, 'cause even though you Married...With Children...
The pen is scary
One last sin to bury
I've come to kill a family cat like Pet Sematary!
I was raised at The Last House on the Left, in a haunted basement
Can make a chess move without a pawn to play wit'
The blade a groupie
I had people under my stairs before they made the movie!
My dog died, I would sleep in his cage
My frog died, tried eatin' his legs but couldn't stomach it!
I take pride and humble it!
You gotta know who you f**kin' wit'!
f**k your angles about my mini-me, and how you had to kill you a Reaper (Reepah) just to get to me
Danny, you a mere mortal that's here to mimic me
Whole 'nother energy
I'm pure evil and bad energy
Know real killers that wouldn't play 'round me, or play 'round us
Through the consequences, 'cause I lay down stuff
Muzzle on the miniature Uzi
Forest Whitaker movie: I Ghost Dog on his Greyhound bus!
Oh, I'mma torture you
The fans want me to talk to they God like I'm a oracle
25K on the line, I'm killin' four of you!
Wit' southpaw tactics
