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letra de sound the horns - stu bangas

[verse 1: verbal kent]
yeah, uh, you better pick
you want it grilled or beef, see, i’m a wildebeest
i’m wilder than the streets while my wife and all my children sleep
put food on the table, by any means, i’m cutthroat
i need hats, boots, scarves, gloves, and coats
i’ll shake your frame ‘tl it rains nuts and bolts
i’m foaming at the mouth, it’s not suds of soap
start to shake from a glance of a poster of them
you’d rather take a bath with a toaster oven
we’re supposed to love instead we hate
so i’m supposed to play like i’m irate, but i’m not
i kinda like the rage that competition brings
break you down until your composition stinks
f-ck it, a little of both, my competition stinks
i’m rapid fire, rap with desire and hate
grab a pair of pliers, apply ’em to fire, then up to your eye and yank
i have a strength of an iron tank that’s a general statement to make so while i’m at it, let’s add a general strain

[chorus: verbal kent]
you have a general stank, see i have a general’s rank
stu should slap surgeon generals wandering outside the tank
sound the h-rns, don’t make us ask again
sound of h-rns, yeah, yeah, come on
[verse 2: verbal kent]
my ambition’s only second to the octomom
reach, i teach, punish your hands like a clock is wrong
i’ll serenade you with ain’t n0body by chaka khan
and make you slurp zima and clear pepsi from out my palm
witch doctor, which doctor would you like to call?
i got a storefront in front of a storefront out front the mall
i sling organs on black markets
i’m colder than the antarctic
you can’t see me like an ant’s arms fans demand art and they ought to i’m the kind of guy you walk up to and pay respect to and talk to
we should do a walkthrough
hey how you doing? thanks for asking i’m well
i’ll grab your hand and shake it so firm you fall ’til you kneel
letting go and show mercy, rather show you the deal
grab your other hand and throw you right from out the arena
it feels slow motion, pass by and read my lips, see ya
there’s no re-entry either, let’s go

[chorus: verbal kent]
you have a general stank, see i have a general’s rank
stu should slap surgeon generals wandering outside the tank
sound the h-rns, don’t make us ask again
sound of h-rns, yeah, yeah, come on
you are a general, meh
well i produce lines to make the general public go huh
it’s too late to phone a friend, we sound the h-rns
don’t make us ask again to sound the h-rn, yeah, yeah

- stu bangas

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