| Song | Serpent Boy |
| Artist | (hed) p.e. |
| Album | The Best of (hed) Planet Earth |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Geer, Shaine | |
| Count the days | |
| Don't hold your breath | |
| Chikitee chek 2012 | |
| The perpetrator never knew | |
| Never properly represent the struggle | |
| The boy in the bubble is you not barbarino | |
| My flows unclog your souls like draino | |
| My logic-tight like plato | |
| Whoop ass like kato | |
| With more troops than nato | |
| Wrekkin your house | |
| Like a tornado in the barbados | |
| Drop down give props to the third rock | |
| First come first serve shake the spot | |
| See you not so big like you thought you was | |
| Not my blood not my cuz | |
| Not mi familia | |
| I play like amnesia when i sees ya | |
| Who needs ya | |
| Ridin my dick like a skeezah | |
| Take a look around | |
| You forgot what you came here for | |
| What's your theory | |
| Why ya try to play that game | |
| You can forget my name | |
| Take a look around | |
| Take a deep breath | |
| Recollect yourself | |
| You a zero | |
| You don't respect yourself | |
| Still running that weak ass game | |
| You can forget my name | |
| Time to bury the bloody hatchet in your | |
| Motherfucking back | |
| I laugh when i hear yo rib cage crack | |
| Breakin you down | |
| Fukkin you up like sprack | |
| You always mixin up yo fiction with yo facts | |
| Now i'm-a-let you know | |
| What the soul for real is | |
| Come correct,let me know what the deal is | |
| Bro, pack your bowl, with my flow | |
| Shit just ain't workin out | |
| No, i'm-a-have to let you go | |
| Ain't no love no mo | |
| Take a look around... | |
| Take a deep breath | |
| Recollect resurrect | |
| Run a check from the neck up | |
| You fucked up | |
| Still runnin that wekass game | |
| Try to forget my name | |
| What's yo theory? | |
| Ain't no love... |
| zuo ci : Geer, Shaine | |
| Count the days | |
| Don' t hold your breath | |
| Chikitee chek 2012 | |
| The perpetrator never knew | |
| Never properly represent the struggle | |
| The boy in the bubble is you not barbarino | |
| My flows unclog your souls like draino | |
| My logictight like plato | |
| Whoop ass like kato | |
| With more troops than nato | |
| Wrekkin your house | |
| Like a tornado in the barbados | |
| Drop down give props to the third rock | |
| First come first serve shake the spot | |
| See you not so big like you thought you was | |
| Not my blood not my cuz | |
| Not mi familia | |
| I play like amnesia when i sees ya | |
| Who needs ya | |
| Ridin my dick like a skeezah | |
| Take a look around | |
| You forgot what you came here for | |
| What' s your theory | |
| Why ya try to play that game | |
| You can forget my name | |
| Take a look around | |
| Take a deep breath | |
| Recollect yourself | |
| You a zero | |
| You don' t respect yourself | |
| Still running that weak ass game | |
| You can forget my name | |
| Time to bury the bloody hatchet in your | |
| Motherfucking back | |
| I laugh when i hear yo rib cage crack | |
| Breakin you down | |
| Fukkin you up like sprack | |
| You always mixin up yo fiction with yo facts | |
| Now i' malet you know | |
| What the soul for real is | |
| Come correct, let me know what the deal is | |
| Bro, pack your bowl, with my flow | |
| Shit just ain' t workin out | |
| No, i' mahave to let you go | |
| Ain' t no love no mo | |
| Take a look around... | |
| Take a deep breath | |
| Recollect resurrect | |
| Run a check from the neck up | |
| You fucked up | |
| Still runnin that wekass game | |
| Try to forget my name | |
| What' s yo theory? | |
| Ain' t no love... |
| zuò cí : Geer, Shaine | |
| Count the days | |
| Don' t hold your breath | |
| Chikitee chek 2012 | |
| The perpetrator never knew | |
| Never properly represent the struggle | |
| The boy in the bubble is you not barbarino | |
| My flows unclog your souls like draino | |
| My logictight like plato | |
| Whoop ass like kato | |
| With more troops than nato | |
| Wrekkin your house | |
| Like a tornado in the barbados | |
| Drop down give props to the third rock | |
| First come first serve shake the spot | |
| See you not so big like you thought you was | |
| Not my blood not my cuz | |
| Not mi familia | |
| I play like amnesia when i sees ya | |
| Who needs ya | |
| Ridin my dick like a skeezah | |
| Take a look around | |
| You forgot what you came here for | |
| What' s your theory | |
| Why ya try to play that game | |
| You can forget my name | |
| Take a look around | |
| Take a deep breath | |
| Recollect yourself | |
| You a zero | |
| You don' t respect yourself | |
| Still running that weak ass game | |
| You can forget my name | |
| Time to bury the bloody hatchet in your | |
| Motherfucking back | |
| I laugh when i hear yo rib cage crack | |
| Breakin you down | |
| Fukkin you up like sprack | |
| You always mixin up yo fiction with yo facts | |
| Now i' malet you know | |
| What the soul for real is | |
| Come correct, let me know what the deal is | |
| Bro, pack your bowl, with my flow | |
| Shit just ain' t workin out | |
| No, i' mahave to let you go | |
| Ain' t no love no mo | |
| Take a look around... | |
| Take a deep breath | |
| Recollect resurrect | |
| Run a check from the neck up | |
| You fucked up | |
| Still runnin that wekass game | |
| Try to forget my name | |
| What' s yo theory? | |
| Ain' t no love... |