Lirik Lagu Rappers We Crush - MC Frontalot
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wake up frontin' like i ain't hung overread the paper, discover that the Germans have annexed grover,cookie, kermie, piggie and all the restthere ain't a single domestically controlled muppet leftis it a plot? some kind of conspiracy? my coffee is coldthere is a bitter taste to my cinnamon rolli venture forth into the bright american daymy neighbor Mister Hess says "wie gehts?" and waves, I hurry awayget in my chrysler (whew). oh the dismay!someone's replaced all of my Backstreet Boys with Kraftwerk tapesall right, I'm freaked out, i hope it's a jokei hear the ominous industrial churn of a two-strokeengine -- the benz on my left? the bug on my right?mein gott! a fleet of six trabants encroaching behind!At the wheel of the lead Trabi, a visage of fear!red'n'yellow eyes, black gloves gripping the steer!And it dawns upon me, what chance have I got?it's KOMPRESSOR, and he's chosen for crushing, mc frontalot
RAPPERS WE CRUSH, FINGERS TO DUSTKOMPRESSOR DIGEST VOCALS AND SPIT OUT MUSHYOU TRY FRONT WITH RHYMESSTOLEN FROM THE JACKSON FIVEERASE YOUR TAPES AT NIGHTYOU COWER FROM KOMPRESSOR MIGHT
But I don't wanna be crushed! Burried in fear! Left for töt!Synthesizer might, tearing the rhymes right outta my throat!Leave my car at the light and run, I make for the parkpursued by steel-toed jack-boots throwing sparksas they march. And I can hear the gnashing of the yellow teeth[DU KANNST NICHT HIDE, RAPPER GEEK]I'm dodging german shepherds playing frisbee with hippies,making hair-pin turns like horror movie heroines and slippingback on my feet, his breath on my neckit smells of baked infants and fried cheese [SCHLECHT!!]run! you'll surely suffer crushing if you sit stillhop the chain-link to the abandoned wienerschnitzelWhat did I do to deserve this? What was my crime?Was it because I sampled Die Toten Hosen that one time?And I'm reviewing my life cowered under a grease trapthe bootslap stepping ever closer with its click-clacknow he's here... now he's crouching down...jaws creak open, ants start pouring outand just when my flesh is about to get devouredI wake up screaming, wrapped in the soursweat-stained sheets, it takes a minute to get upstumble to the table, read the paper, clear my head upstill hurts, whu'd I drink all that goldschlager for?business section: EM.TV bought Jim Henson Corp.
RAPPERS WE CRUSH, FINGERS TO DUSTKOMPRESSOR DIGEST VOCALS AND SPIT OUT MUSHYOU TRY FRONT WITH RHYMESSTOLEN FROM THE JACKSON FIVEERASE YOUR TAPES AT NIGHTYOU COWER FROM KOMPRESSOR MIGHT
But I don't wanna be crushed! Burried in fear! Left for töt!Synthesizer might, tearing the rhymes right outta my throat!Leave my car at the light and run, I make for the parkpursued by steel-toed jack-boots throwing sparksas they march. And I can hear the gnashing of the yellow teeth[DU KANNST NICHT HIDE, RAPPER GEEK]I'm dodging german shepherds playing frisbee with hippies,making hair-pin turns like horror movie heroines and slippingback on my feet, his breath on my neckit smells of baked infants and fried cheese [SCHLECHT!!]run! you'll surely suffer crushing if you sit stillhop the chain-link to the abandoned wienerschnitzelWhat did I do to deserve this? What was my crime?Was it because I sampled Die Toten Hosen that one time?And I'm reviewing my life cowered under a grease trapthe bootslap stepping ever closer with its click-clacknow he's here... now he's crouching down...jaws creak open, ants start pouring outand just when my flesh is about to get devouredI wake up screaming, wrapped in the soursweat-stained sheets, it takes a minute to get upstumble to the table, read the paper, clear my head upstill hurts, whu'd I drink all that goldschlager for?business section: EM.TV bought Jim Henson Corp.
