Ross McCann - Boomslang lyrics

Here we go again Monkeys in the house straight avoiding the pig pen Other crews are like tin men They've got no heart Show me what ya got before we tear you apart Force to be reckoned with So just don't start I'm a junky punchin An off sales lovin' Push comes to shovin' Son of a b**h We make sh** hot Inject it with hip hop You know these mother f**ers ain't never gonna stop Kicking ye to d**h like a f**ing Boomslang Kicking ye to d**h like a f**ing Boomslang Kicking ye to d**h like a f**ing Boomslang Kicking ye to d**h k** it like a light in the middle of a nightmare Who's gonna fight fair Fix him with a hard stare Hit him so hard he's on a flight straight to Belair Smell ya later alligator, see you in the marsh land Hittin' him with a back hand avoiding the quick sand Better watch your step when you walk in the jungle Halfwit in a casket ya better not fumble Don't drop You know these mother f**ers ain't never gonna stop Kicking you to d**h like a f**ing Boomslang Kicking you to d**h like a f**ing Boomslang Kicking you to d**h like a f**ing Boomslang Kicking you to d**h I count the sheep, needing more than my hands Tennents on my breath wearing Cathouse bands Poison on my tongue courtesy of my glands Inject it in a mic to project it at fans I'm a viper Ill minded writer Inject my feelings deep into a cypher I'd like ta Pretend I'm a fighter I've never fought in my life I don't even dislike ya Nicer Ill mannered but down to earth Spanners in the works, projects in the hearse Gonna bury all shouting out god dam Kicking ye to d**h like a f**ing boomslang Kicking you to d**h like a f**ing Boomslang Kicking you to d**h like a f**ing Boomslang