Grim Fandango Lyrics
| Song | Grim Fandango |
| Artist | Cadence Weapon |
| Album | Breaking Kayfabe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pemberton | |
| skulls like crossbones, boneheads and barelimbs | |
| a spare grim when I tear the heir apparent | |
| daring to be truthful, but with winners with no scruples | |
| using the useful lights that would suit his pupils | |
| looking at suitable samples a chance be sold | |
| i'm not illin, killin or chillin on lamping cold | |
| i'm rational even when i'm slashing your nose | |
| they think it i'll snatch your nose quick | |
| on a pass with show flicks | |
| i'm just pass with flow shit | |
| no diss like your progress, i know best | |
| you can role a script without blown test | |
| i notice they no this is no diss | |
| just showmanship on my programs | |
| which i had a dream in which i wished i had my hands raised | |
| to my place in complacency at the manblades | |
| memory vague, but the scene resembled a police raid | |
| dance devil, dance grim | |
| fandango fade | |
| yo I come through your hood with a sick demeanor | |
| cause I got thick skin like myxedema | |
| and on it is an anthem of a movement of the greatest of speech | |
| princely park to save in his cheek, raising you bleak | |
| this is bunker rap, punks react | |
| put screens when the the thunder claps | |
| **** knowing I rap truth, well-versed in a ledge | |
| punchlines smack you gap-toothed like Percy Sledge | |
| as the fluid movement knowing i kinda do it | |
| if you do 3 life truants 1 translucent, i'll bust | |
| a capillary and bust another one above that | |
| and i'll cop one of your late records | |
| yes, i'm ****ing with that, i see you bumping with gats | |
| i'm slapping you wrists, amble your shit, student | |
| i'm the master of diss | |
| I tote a smoking gun and hope that cancer sticks | |
| so a star was born, now you have no ass to risk | |
| i flew a delta kappa rapper in you mouth reticle | |
| I might as well keep it all alphabetical | |
| If you are what you eat, and I am what she eats | |
| that makes me a chicken and her a consumer, believe me | |
| and if ICU and UBC then I C seein and I see you | |
| and I know you don't wanna twirl with bars | |
| cause if you and I verse we'll end up worlds apart | |
| I got one love for twenty-two 2's with scene flow | |
| change the station with amazing grace, they call me "free-throw" | |
| it ain't foreplay for banisters to doorway | |
| a whore say "play four" while I say "foreplay" | |
| damn right I **** fans, and i rush up live ringers | |
| meaning I ****-up fans, get punched by five fingers | |
| line splitters, catch D.A.K Day Tripper | |
| A six shooter who does seven sins | |
| to make eight figures. |
| zuo qu : Pemberton | |
| skulls like crossbones, boneheads and barelimbs | |
| a spare grim when I tear the heir apparent | |
| daring to be truthful, but with winners with no scruples | |
| using the useful lights that would suit his pupils | |
| looking at suitable samples a chance be sold | |
| i' m not illin, killin or chillin on lamping cold | |
| i' m rational even when i' m slashing your nose | |
| they think it i' ll snatch your nose quick | |
| on a pass with show flicks | |
| i' m just pass with flow shit | |
| no diss like your progress, i know best | |
| you can role a script without blown test | |
| i notice they no this is no diss | |
| just showmanship on my programs | |
| which i had a dream in which i wished i had my hands raised | |
| to my place in complacency at the manblades | |
| memory vague, but the scene resembled a police raid | |
| dance devil, dance grim | |
| fandango fade | |
| yo I come through your hood with a sick demeanor | |
| cause I got thick skin like myxedema | |
| and on it is an anthem of a movement of the greatest of speech | |
| princely park to save in his cheek, raising you bleak | |
| this is bunker rap, punks react | |
| put screens when the the thunder claps | |
| knowing I rap truth, wellversed in a ledge | |
| punchlines smack you gaptoothed like Percy Sledge | |
| as the fluid movement knowing i kinda do it | |
| if you do 3 life truants 1 translucent, i' ll bust | |
| a capillary and bust another one above that | |
| and i' ll cop one of your late records | |
| yes, i' m ing with that, i see you bumping with gats | |
| i' m slapping you wrists, amble your shit, student | |
| i' m the master of diss | |
| I tote a smoking gun and hope that cancer sticks | |
| so a star was born, now you have no ass to risk | |
| i flew a delta kappa rapper in you mouth reticle | |
| I might as well keep it all alphabetical | |
| If you are what you eat, and I am what she eats | |
| that makes me a chicken and her a consumer, believe me | |
| and if ICU and UBC then I C seein and I see you | |
| and I know you don' t wanna twirl with bars | |
| cause if you and I verse we' ll end up worlds apart | |
| I got one love for twentytwo 2' s with scene flow | |
| change the station with amazing grace, they call me " freethrow" | |
| it ain' t foreplay for banisters to doorway | |
| a whore say " play four" while I say " foreplay" | |
| damn right I fans, and i rush up live ringers | |
| meaning I up fans, get punched by five fingers | |
| line splitters, catch D. A. K Day Tripper | |
| A six shooter who does seven sins | |
| to make eight figures. |
| zuò qǔ : Pemberton | |
| skulls like crossbones, boneheads and barelimbs | |
| a spare grim when I tear the heir apparent | |
| daring to be truthful, but with winners with no scruples | |
| using the useful lights that would suit his pupils | |
| looking at suitable samples a chance be sold | |
| i' m not illin, killin or chillin on lamping cold | |
| i' m rational even when i' m slashing your nose | |
| they think it i' ll snatch your nose quick | |
| on a pass with show flicks | |
| i' m just pass with flow shit | |
| no diss like your progress, i know best | |
| you can role a script without blown test | |
| i notice they no this is no diss | |
| just showmanship on my programs | |
| which i had a dream in which i wished i had my hands raised | |
| to my place in complacency at the manblades | |
| memory vague, but the scene resembled a police raid | |
| dance devil, dance grim | |
| fandango fade | |
| yo I come through your hood with a sick demeanor | |
| cause I got thick skin like myxedema | |
| and on it is an anthem of a movement of the greatest of speech | |
| princely park to save in his cheek, raising you bleak | |
| this is bunker rap, punks react | |
| put screens when the the thunder claps | |
| knowing I rap truth, wellversed in a ledge | |
| punchlines smack you gaptoothed like Percy Sledge | |
| as the fluid movement knowing i kinda do it | |
| if you do 3 life truants 1 translucent, i' ll bust | |
| a capillary and bust another one above that | |
| and i' ll cop one of your late records | |
| yes, i' m ing with that, i see you bumping with gats | |
| i' m slapping you wrists, amble your shit, student | |
| i' m the master of diss | |
| I tote a smoking gun and hope that cancer sticks | |
| so a star was born, now you have no ass to risk | |
| i flew a delta kappa rapper in you mouth reticle | |
| I might as well keep it all alphabetical | |
| If you are what you eat, and I am what she eats | |
| that makes me a chicken and her a consumer, believe me | |
| and if ICU and UBC then I C seein and I see you | |
| and I know you don' t wanna twirl with bars | |
| cause if you and I verse we' ll end up worlds apart | |
| I got one love for twentytwo 2' s with scene flow | |
| change the station with amazing grace, they call me " freethrow" | |
| it ain' t foreplay for banisters to doorway | |
| a whore say " play four" while I say " foreplay" | |
| damn right I fans, and i rush up live ringers | |
| meaning I up fans, get punched by five fingers | |
| line splitters, catch D. A. K Day Tripper | |
| A six shooter who does seven sins | |
| to make eight figures. |
YouTube Results (More on YouTube)