Bleach(Jimi Remix) - Fort Minor

Bleach (Jimi Remix) - Fort Minor
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
Spitting on the baby bib in the plastic chair
What's up stupid shoot this 1 5 1
In the shot glass hot flash banging on the drum huh
We cause hav oc 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 ten in the clip one in the chamber
Thumbs up another banger
Untuck the flamer dumbf**k
It's like getting hit with a dump truck brains and guts
Maim cut aim duck same stuff
Get you cracked up like coc*ine heat 'em up
Okay I'll let a Sucka's fly once
Face down found him in his Cap'n Crunch
Uhh malpractice a bang all jam
I joust rappers and track in the radar scans
Flip beats with a crew like fleets and platoons
Reach for the moon like Reese Witherspoon uhh
Don't stop the sure shot the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box cock back the cannon
What's up partner I got ya what what
Hope that bah bah crack the piсata
Slapbox mouth of backwash
Teeth mashed up on the asphalt ya dig
Set the pace like a mustang mashing
Up the stakes who wanna cut the cake I take cash
Dropped on a blood stained mattress stop
You ain't got access watch
I'ma change my asset Ryu and Tak
You little cunts in the game you can suck my cum
And lay flat on the ground don't make 'em peep
If you want the stains out now get the bleach
Get the bleach
Guess who got the rubber gloves and the bleach
Guess who rocking every club that's me
Get so hot you feel the buzz in the streets
Keeping it knocking drop drop that beat
Guess who got the group name on top
S o b got the rap game 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 a miracle whip
While the blood keeps gushing relish and pink mustard huh
I'ma slam 'til I tear it to bits
'Til the bell for the recess rang
On the defense game you feeling ill like P F changer
Hopscotch on the corpse 'til I drop the torch
And burn crews for their views that'll rock with force
Saying don't stop the sure shot the rooftop anthem
Blast the gold box cock back the cannon
What's up y'all we don't stall
Come one come all 'til we drop the ball like
Get the bleach
Get get the bleach
Get get the bleach
Get get the bleach
Get get get the bleach
Get get the bleach yeah