bleach

Styles of Beyond Bleach Lyrics

Yo,swing the sword for the classic year
Bring the noise with your hands up,slash and tear
Who can,fathom asthma,dash for air
Spittinon the baby bib in the plastic chair
Whats up stupid?
（Shoot this）
1-5-1in the shot glass
（Hot flash）
Banginon the drum,huh
We cause havoc down in Las Vegas
Paper trails racing Pelican Brief-cases
We outrageous,name the streets gave us
Yeah,we got fame,but now we heat blazers
I let em all fly ,10in the clip,1in the chamber
Thumbs up!Another banger
Untuck the flamer,********
Its like gettinwith a dumptruck
Brains and guts
Maim, cut,aim,duck,same,stuff
Get you cracked up like *******,heat em up
OK,Ill let a suckas fly once
Face down,found him in his Capn Crunch
Uh,malpractice -a bang-all jam
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans
Flip beats for the crew like fleets and platoons
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon,uh
Dont stop the sure-shot,the （???）anthem
Blast the gold box,cock back the cannon
Whats up partna,I got ya （what,what）
Hope that （spoken gunshots）crack the pi ñata
Slap,box,mouth of backwash
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt,ya dig?
Set the pace like a mustang,mashin
Up the stakes,who wanna cut the cake,I take cash
Dropped on a blood-stained mattress
Stop,you aint got access,watch
Imma change my asset,Ryu and Tak
You little cunts in the game,you can suck my cum
And lay flat on the ground,dont make em peep
If you want the stains out now,get the bleach
Guess whos got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess whos rockin every club,thats me
Get so hot,you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knockin,Jay drop that beat
Guess who got the group name on top?
S.o.B.（Styles of Beyond）got the rap thing locked
Who want what,when,why,and what not
Who got next up,Ryu and Tak

Yeah,here it comes,all you hear is a click
Bloody brains on the sand was like Miracle Whip
While the blood keeps gushin,relish and pink mustard,huh
Imma slam till I tear it to bits
Till the bell for the recess rang
On the defense game
You feeling （???）like P.F.Changs
Hopscotch on the corpse till I drop the torch
And burn crews for their views that would rock with force
Sayin,dont stop the sure-shot,the （???）anthem
Blast the gold box,cock back the cannon
Whats up yall,we dont stall
Come one,come all till we drop the ball like
Guess whos got the rubber gloves and the bleach?
Guess whos rockin every club,thats me
Get so hot,you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knockin,Jay drop that beat
Guess who got the group name on top?
S.o.B.（Styles of Beyond）got the rap thing locked
Who want what,when,why,and what not
Who got next up,Ryu and Tak