Bane – D12 – letras

BizarreYeahUh, I feel no painUh, I’ve got my mask onUh, I’m numb to the worldMr. PorterThe devil out to get me, moving pretty fastHead on collision, I’m tryna avoid the crash (pain)I’m running from my past (Bane)That’s why I wear the maskThese blood sucking leeches, all they want is the cashYou don’t get the picture, it could be gone in a flash (pain)I’m running from my past (Bane)That’s why I wear the maskMr. PorterHope you bought a package of Kleenex (yeah)Back is the rejects (yeah)Actually it’s a fact that we shack in the p-jectsNaturally a rat pack will attack cheese (huh)That’s why I’m in yellow and greenMay I tap the trap with all these (uh)No I don’t trust these hoes, nigga (uh)Say they love you for you then turn into a gold digger (pain)What the fuck you ask me for a dollar for?Shooting the gym? I ain’t ballin’ hoWhat I look like, Iguodala you know? (Bane)Yup, shots fired, callin’ it kettleBlack shit turned the pot higher, eyes tiredKeep trying to sell me a smile, but I’m a hard buyerKeep shit movin’ like a car tireWhat you want, a necklace?I’ll make you a chain out some barbed wireSwifty McvayI got his Earth on my shoulders, real life for rappin’If you threw the planet at me I’d headbutt it and crack itOn another tax bracket and I been cleanin’ my houseBut my old habits are in the attic, I’ll pull ’em outAnd keep reminding y’all you ain’t got it allDevil keep pulling me by the drawersNot at all amazed at these haters, you’ve seen my catalogSpeaking and we keep flying over ’em like a cannonballThink I’m this comical, swag follower just rhyming over beatsWhile these leakers suckin’ all of us off (hell no)Still got your mama covered in vomit in my cellphoneY’all really got me fucked upWhat you mixin’ up in that cup?What the hell you sprinkle in that blunt?44, make him sober upBizarreI got an addiction to all these prescriptionsNeed an intervention, someone to listenCatholic or Christian, fuck your suspicions(Bitch! Gimme my molly and stop bitchin’!)Turn it up (turn it down)I be blowing on half a poundPass it around and pass it aroundMerry go-round, merry go-roundShe say she love me, but this bitch is ugly(Shit, you ain’t even know it)I’mma still let her fuck meKunivaThey say the devil is a liarNigga don’t worry ’bout that loud mouthBumping his gums and babblingWatch for them quiet niggasOn the real, you should come ride with usCrew full of riders; OptimusMy bad cause it seems like you got your facts all crossed up, no SwastikasFadin’ in and out of my consciousnessTryna fight this feeling I’m conjurin’That’s why I wear a hat so low with a maskReally feelin’ like the Loch NessNo bullshit, these bitches are more grimyDoing a nigga real slimeyHad my little homie stretched out, death untimelyNeed not remind me, hold upYo, don’t get doped upHeard rumors that niggas wanna clap at meWell actually, I was just over thereNiggas ain’t really do Jack to meThat’s why I keep this mask on, straight face (Match won)Only thing that’s missing is my sherlon, get my Runyon Ave onD12, Bane, yeahD12, Bane, yeahAAh, Bane, yeahD12, Bane, yeah