Sandy And Caroline Paton

Sandy And Caroline Paton - Basic Thuganomics (John Cena) lyrics

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So..you think your untouchable?

Word life (This is basic thuganomics)
Word life (I’m untouchable but I’m forcing you to feel me)
Word life (This is basic thuganomics)
Word life (I’m untouchable but I’m forcing you to feel me)

Whether fighting or spitting
My discipline is unforgiving
Got you backing up in the defensive position.
An ass kicking anthem
Heavyweight or bantam holding camps for ransom
The microphone phantom..
Teams hit the floor its the new fight joint
Like a broken needle kid you missing the point
We dominate your conference with offense that’s no nonsense
My theme song hits, Get your reinforcements
We strike quick with hard kicks ducking ice picks
Bare knuckle men through fight pits beat you lifeless
You'll never survive this You forgot like all timers
Two face rappers walk away with four shiners t
he war rhymer Turning legends to old timers
My incisors like a viper biting through you one liners
New “Dead man Inc.” and we about to make you famous
Taking over earth and still kicking in Uranus

You aint advanced enough to process, potential for medical concepts
some objects are foreign like blot tests
Atrs and sex are complex regardless of your finesse
or your fitness, its the condition of business
Your lame vision of an underground physical image
Youre underneath to undermine your whole typical image
With the precision of percentages and the collision of sentences
Poetry beats your mics we're untouchable like righteous sluts
with no crevasses , streets unite we rock righter with dumber beats
You cats couldnt come this hot in the summer heat
But get two takes, kill your birds the first time
You better stay worthy of my filler or worse rhymes
Im better than nice, check the veterans twice
While youre beside yourself with fear, ill kill you, bury you twice
Despite the cover of night tracking your flight, like guerilla warfare
Where the grass is dense
Approaching me's a quick way to get referred to in the past tense
Dead-da when the lights the mic is on, the crowd is dead like
intermission when youre on the titantron
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Language: English

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