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Hundred Round Drum is a rap electronic duo from Portland, Oregon, consisting of beat chef Keegan Quinn and rapper Big Nutz.
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MP3 5.8 MB • 160 kbps • 5:01
Lyrics
She's so punk rock with her dye white hair.
Streak of red, a freak in bed, I almost died right there.
Who is this hutch with too much make-up?
Will she still look good when I wake up?
Yeah she's caked up, her T-shirt's shredded.
Her knee high boots, 'coz I think she gonna get it.
Where she's headed, she ain't knowin'.
Keeps tellin' me that she ain't slow.
Short leather skirt, she dance on speakers.
I think I had on Adidas sneakers.
Five foot six, (nice ass big tits.)
Said she like my shirt, but who's the Misfits?
Had her wrists slit, she rocked my world.
I think she was one of those Suicide Girls.
Booty so round, I just smoked four pounds.
I think I need to slow down.
Slow down for me, you movin' too fast.
My fingers keep slippin', I'm tryin' to grip the -
Tryin' to sip my glass, but baby got cakes,
and when that rump shakes you better pump your brakes.
Slow down for me, you movin' too fast.
My fingers keep slippin', I'm tryin' to grip the -
Tryin' to sip my glass, but baby got cakes,
and when that rump shakes you better pump your brakes.
You better pump your brakes.
You better pump your brakes.
You better pump your brakes.
Slow down for me, you movin' too fast.
My fingers keep slippin', I'm tryin' to grip the -
Tryin' to sip my glass, but baby got cakes,
and when that rump shakes you better pump your brakes.
You better pump your brakes.
I don't give a f*** , she pulled my zipper down,
and just my luck, she a ripper in my town.
Said she worked at Jack's, her name was Crystal,
I met her on the MAX, she had sex with my pistol,
and I'm so slick, just call me so vicious.
I talk sh** quick to punk rock b*** es.
Rockstar, baby, mixed with Stoley's.
These punk rock beezies like my iced-out Roleys.
My look, my raps, or perhaps she thinkin',
my Heem she been drinkin' on Pabst Blue Ribbon,
and I got the green, I just gotta be seen,
and she on one like yadda-di-mean.
I mean, I get swallowed clean.
b*** , why you dress that way and this ain't Halloween?
Party at Dream's, we chilled and smoked.
In her punk rock clothes, her nose filled with coke.
So damn high, I don't need to talk greasy,
to this funky cock, drunk knock, punk rock beezy.
What is you doin'? That sh** was awesome.
Didn't know you was gonna give me a flight to Boston,
but you know how it goes down,
'coz we in the Rose Town,
so you better slow down.
Slow down for me, you movin' too fast.
My fingers keep slippin', I'm tryin' to grip the -
Tryin' to sip my glass, but baby got cakes,
and when that rump shakes you better pump your brakes.
Slow down for me, you movin' too fast.
My fingers keep slippin', I'm tryin' to grip the -
Tryin' to sip my glass, but baby got cakes,
and when that rump shakes you better pump your brakes.
You better pump your brakes.
You better pump your brakes.
You better pump your brakes.
Slow down for me, you movin' too fast.
My fingers keep slippin', I'm tryin' to grip the -
Tryin' to sip my glass, but baby got cakes,
and when that rump shakes you better pump your brakes.
You better pump your brakes.
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