Savages Songtext
von Prolix

Hex your whole clique, sex your old bit
Pah, your new chick, she hardly do shit
The army too sick, land of the giants, home of the brave
The grim reaper standing over your grave
Black Crombie with the zombie steez
Don′t put the curses on me please
MC's are like don′t put them verses on me, jeez
The night pharaoh, shooter of the white arrow
Them man are lame yo, they don't possess the right ammo

Fuck I've got to piss in, I can hear the creeping
Stick ′em, let my zipper pockets thicken
Pretty women serve me chicken
I′m sick of prison, swerving, dip is off some bigger work
I'm missing cotchin′ with some chick
That's fucking driving me berserk, bitch
From out the back again, back on Blackout attacking ′em
Bangers we pack unravel then bang and they know what's happening
We′re cloak and daggering, roaming the roads with savages
Causing a load of drama like when Jesus married Magdalene


Savages, savages
Ain't no way you're telling what the damage is
Savages, savages
Ain′t no way you′re telling what the damage is
Savages, savages
Ain't no way you′re telling what the damage is
Savages, savages
Ain't no way you′re telling what the damage is

Savages, savages
Savages, savages
Savages, savages
Savages, savages
Ain't no way you′re telling what the damage is
Ain't no way you're telling what the

I′m overheating inside with beads of sweat
My heart is beating, got me feeling alive
No deceiving, got this demon lurking deep in my eyes
Push that panic button, six million reasons to die
I ain′t mad or nutting, fuck 'em, tryna grab a tutting
Causing up a ruckus, fucking sick of never having nutting
Cabbage in brain, slashing new veins, I′m a savage, damn it
Wrap you in chains, can't keep the change
I′m a manic addict asking, tryna grab a bag


Fuck I've got to piss in, I can hear the creeping
Stick ′em, let my zipper pockets thicken
Pretty women serve me chicken
I'm sick of prison, swerving, dip is off some bigger work
I'm missing cotchin′ with some chick
That′s fucking driving me berserk, bitch
From out the back again, back on Blackout attacking 'em
Bangers we pack unravel then bang and they know what′s happening
We're cloak and daggering, roaming the roads with savages
Causing a load of drama like when Jesus married Magdalene

Savages, savages
Ain′t no way you're telling what the damage is
Savages, savages
Ain′t no way you're telling what the damage is
Savages, savages
Ain't no way you′re telling what the damage is
Savages, savages
Ain′t no way you're telling what the damage is

Savages, savages
Savages, savages
Savages, savages
Savages, savages
Ain′t no way you're telling what the damage is
Tell ′em what the damage is