Butane (Champions Anthem) Lyrics & Tabs by Killer Mike
Butane (Champions Anthem)
guitar chords lyrics
El-P
Looking for the truth, yeah it's me,
Everythang polo to the floor, go even at the grocery store
It's so perfect, take a photo
And take the pic you buying bitch and so stitch you logo
Bitch you with the quatro, but my girl Mercedes
With the Audi say the quatro was a,
You can put on, or fat boy or just Michael
Call me what you want but still never call me rival
They will call you dead and I will call you gone
The loss with jesus we be will be we'll be calling you home
An underground rap, what I'm meant to be
Then I will be the shit and you ain't shit to me
We won, we the ones with the champagne, champagne
At the end of our campaign
Then I will be the shit and you ain't shit to me
We won, we the ones with the champagne, champagne
At the end of our campaign
Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me see your hands up if you,, and we both like Husain
More money, more problems, more butane
Burn the motherfucker down, down,
Life's a bitch so I'm back on hop immaculate
I don't wear no market watches,
My rhymes, accurate, meaning I don't fix, to my diction, perfection is perform through many practices, this shit just, easy ass osamas, bamas, taking many casualties,
Killing them or killing me, this is my senility
Iller than the iller, I will spit this ileest shit,
from right here to infinity
Till I reach the dirt, I will search the earth endlessly
Looking for the, ain't nobody lyrically, as ill as me
Let's eat, come back fro the, yes yes, get a beat from,
Every time, travel back to 95, jumping in a 63 Impala, playing Cuban link
We won, we the ones with the champagne, champagne
At the end of our campaign
Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me see your hands up if you,, and we both like Husain
More money, more problems, more butane
Burn the motherfucker down, down,
Yo, I'ma grynch with a, shit on your kids
Till the light, get a grip, get a hold on my dick bitch
Make a wish
I'm the night, the machete, the, ice up,
I stand, got you stuck,, my nose broke off, hoping the, police just don't bust in my house,
What the fuck, this is not what my mother said I'll become, getting closer now
Maybe our society supposed to drown
Middle finger up on the Titanic as it's going down
We won, we the ones with the champagne, champagne
At the end of our campaign
Spit fire, main true like the blue flame, like the blue slang
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Let me see your hands up if you,, and we both like Husain
More money, more problems, more butane
Burn the motherfucker down, down.
