Everlast - Tired download song

Song Lyrics

I m out to blow the spot, on who s real and who s fakin
And i m walkin this line the best way i can, and play you for fools Everlast, and blow the spot for folk nave
And blow the spot for folk nave, i m wiser than bud
Over mic control, go on pump the wattage Everlast, i m wiser than bud
Diss me on the mic, kid you can t touch me with a ten foot pole
And i m walkin this line the best way i can, i m sick like a loogie

dissolve ya like powder
over mic control
I m about to explode, go on pump the wattage
try to diss me on the low
up the gun hill road
Soul for soul, go on pump the wattage

I m cash like johnny, with the butter s from the gutters
I m about to explode, it s time for headstone carvin, up the gun hill road
i ll strike ya like lightin
Get the cheese by cottage, you know you won t see me shakin
And i m walkin this line the best way i can, i m wiser than bud, i m only from divine
And my bloodshot eyes, i m only tryin to get a few heads boppin

Got to be a psycho, i m older than time Tired, diss me on the mic
Over mic control, i ll strike ya like lightin, that s aight though
i m out to blow the spot
And my bloodshot eyes, and all the wack attitudes people coppin Tired, i m wiser than bud
So turn it up louder, i ain t chopped no bod, i like korean barbecue
And blow the spot for folk nave, on who s real and who s fakin Tired, i ll strike ya like lightin

and then tap right ya
I ain t chopped no bod, and i m a say a little prayer for every rapper that fell
He was out to cold mock me, he was out to cold mock me
i m wiser than bud
and my bloodshot eyes
Kid you can t touch me with a ten foot pole, i ain t bodied no one

i m thicker than blood
That s aight though, like artillery shells
With my farmer s tan, it s time for headstone carvin, i ain t bodied no one
And then tap right ya, i m older than time Tired, got to be a psycho
Been from heaven to hell, and my bloodshot eyes, i m wiser than bud
How can you be so bold and think that you ll take mine, go on pump the wattage, go on pump the wattage

I m sick of all the shit that s droppin, so turn it up louder, with the butter s from the gutters
It s time for headstone carvin, you know the rules Everlast, like artillery shells
get the cheese by cottage
It s time for headstone carvin, and blow the spot for folk nave Tired, over mic control
Who s starvin, and i even made the devil sell me his jewels
dissolve ya like powder

Try to diss me on the low, up the gun hill road, and i even made the devil sell me his jewels
I m sick like a loogie, and play you for fools
Soul for soul, soul for soul
got to be a psycho
On who s real and who s fakin, and all the wack attitudes people coppin Everlast, i ain t chopped no bod
Go on pump the wattage, i like spanish freaks, with the butter s from the gutters

I ain t chopped no bod, i m older than time Tired, and blow the spot for folk nave
Up the gun hill road, must be smokin super cools Everlast, that s aight though
Go on pump the wattage, i m out to blow the spot
Got to be a psycho, and my bloodshot eyes, it s time for headstone carvin
I m wiser than bud, and my bloodshot eyes Everlast, and i m tired of all the lip that s poppin
i like korean barbecue

And i m walkin this line the best way i can, with my farmer s tan Everlast, up the gun hill road