This the kind of song to play in a game where there's only one merchant that you visit throughout the game and thus song is playing an it sounds like it's being played out of a grocery store speaker
(Spre-re-re-re-read eag-the block) (Spread eagle 'cro-ro-ro-ro-ross the) (Spread eagle 'cross the blo-o-o-o-ock) I fuck the music, I make it cum I fuck the music with my serpent tongue Hit hit hit! Want a beer? Have no fear, comes and goes, man it's here No one knows, feels so weird when it blows through my bones I got a jones for it, I wanna know more Cause it's 'bout what I got to show for it I want some more of it, I want too much I got so bored with it, I shot it up Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up (Yeah!) What is it? Where is it? How will it affect me? Fuck that shit, I need that shit's bound to be the death of me Fuck buying it I'm taking it and sharing it with nobody Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job I own that shit, on some throw back shit, you already know that shit You even know 'bout how I know the man who grows that, biatch! You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas It's one of those things that seems outlandish 'til you have it's not a dream As for me, I'm cool with it and that's alright cause it's my thing What is it? Where is it? How will it affect me? Work that angle 'til it's beveled, curve of the blade doubled Edge made to bleed the struggle, best believe the game's a hustle Observer of the strange occurrences, conjurer of the subtle Unseen but felt disturbances that burst a bitch's bubble That’s right it’s all mine, never was yours Like how you wait in line while I walk straight through the door, straight through the- Hear you say something but ain't nothing, spectators ignored Pay no mind to that chump's just a player-hatin' whore I fuck the music, I make it cum I fuck the music with my serpent tongue Ain’t no fun if the aliens can't have none How I fuck it dirty, how I make it twitch and scream How it screams, "Oh, baby, hurt me. Work me to the bone. Oh, please" How I bend the rhythm over and hit, hit, hit it on my knees Give, give, give it up, I need it all the time Bleed it on the drop of a dime, down to pound it 'til it shines Moonlit lake of blood red wine, make no mistake, I makes it mine Break shit down and make it grind to the groove used to align The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes Nuclear steeze creeps and winds Through secrets behind and between every time I scream: "Shit is mine! It's all mine! All the time! Shit is mine!" What is it? Where is it? How will it affect me? Fuck that shit, I need that shit (Yeah) Thought you knew, thought you thought, thought you did but did not Come on through; What you got? Is it cool? Is it hot? Check one two, man don't stop, I'm not through black blood clot In my view like that twat spread eagle 'cross the block (Spre-re-re-re-read eag-the block) (Spread eagle 'cro-ro-ro-ro-ross the) (Spread eagle 'cross the blo-o-o-o-ock) Need no ego to rock What we know just gets dropped, how we keep shit on lock Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job Shit is mine, it's all mine All the time, shit is mine
Spread eagle cross the block I fuck the music, I make it cum I fuck the music with my serpent tongue Wanna beer, have no fear, comes and goes, man it's here No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones I got a jones for it, I wanna know more Cause it's 'bout what I got to show for it I want some more of it, I want too much I got so bored with it, I shot it up Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up What is it, where is it, how will it affect me Fuck that shit, I need that shits bound to be the death of me Fuck buying it I'm taking it and sharing it with nobody Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job I own that shit, on some throw back shit, you already know that shit You even know 'bout how I know the man who grows that, biatch You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas It's one of those things that seems outlandish 'til you have it's not a dream As for me, I'm cool with it and that's alright cause it's my thing What is it, where is it, how will it affect me Work that angle 'til it's beveled, curve of the blade doubled Edge made to bleed the struggle, best believe the game's a hustle Observer of the strange occurrences, conjurer of the subtle Unseen but felt disturbances that burst a bitches bubble That’s right it's all mine, it’s all mine never was yours Like how you wait in line while I walk straight through the door, straight through the.. Hear you say something but ain't nothing, spectators ignored Pay no mind to that chump's, just a player hatin' whore I fuck the music, I make it cum I fuck the music with my serpent tongue Ain’t no fun if the aliens can't have none How I fuck it dirty, how I make it twitch and scream How it screams oh baby hurt me, work me to the bone oh please How I bend the rhythm over and hit, hit, hit it on my knees Give, give, give it up, I need it all the time Bleed it on the drop of a dime, down to pound it 'til it shines Moonlit lake of blood red wine, make no mistake, I makes it mine Break shit down and make it grind to the groove used to align The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes Nuclear steeze creeps and winds Through secrets behind and between every time I scream Shit is mine, it's all mine All the time, shit is mine What is it, where is it, how will it affect me Fuck that shit, I need that shit Thought you knew, thought you thought, thought you did but did not Come on through what you got, is it cool, is it hot? Check one two, man don't stop, I'm not through black blood clot In my view like that twat spread eagle cross the block Need no ego to rock What we know just gets dropped, how we keep shit on lock Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job Shit is mine, it's all mine All the time, shit is mine
No one's not happy about nothing. The whole Exmilitary mixtape is not on any streaming services because the samples aren't cleared. Also, Link Wray died in 2005, so there's no way in hell that he know this song exists.
Hotline Miami feeling
Nostifel Add a synth somewhere and totally
Based
it was my first thought when i heard this
this song reminds me of You Are The Blood for some reason
@@sparkyboi4387 if you mean this ruclips.net/video/VJhgwxSTHDs/видео.html then yeah , i can understand why
This the kind of song to play in a game where there's only one merchant that you visit throughout the game and thus song is playing an it sounds like it's being played out of a grocery store speaker
I had a stroke trying to read this. You explain yourself like shit.
HIT HIT HIT
Sort of the vibe I get rolling through a dying rust belt town (I see you Saginaw).
Sk8r bois.
the way that bassline thuds oh my GOD
RUclips better not take this down. Thanks for the upload..
2:39 best part
came here from pingu
same
noot noot
(Spre-re-re-re-read eag-the block)
(Spread eagle 'cro-ro-ro-ro-ross the)
(Spread eagle 'cross the blo-o-o-o-ock)
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Hit hit hit!
Want a beer? Have no fear, comes and goes, man it's here
No one knows, feels so weird when it blows through my bones
I got a jones for it, I wanna know more
Cause it's 'bout what I got to show for it
I want some more of it, I want too much
I got so bored with it, I shot it up
Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up
(Yeah!)
What is it? Where is it? How will it affect me?
Fuck that shit, I need that shit's bound to be the death of me
Fuck buying it I'm taking it and sharing it with nobody
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
I own that shit, on some throw back shit, you already know that shit
You even know 'bout how I know the man who grows that, biatch!
You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas
It's one of those things that seems outlandish 'til you have it's not a dream
As for me, I'm cool with it and that's alright cause it's my thing
What is it? Where is it? How will it affect me?
Work that angle 'til it's beveled, curve of the blade doubled
Edge made to bleed the struggle, best believe the game's a hustle
Observer of the strange occurrences, conjurer of the subtle
Unseen but felt disturbances that burst a bitch's bubble
That’s right it’s all mine, never was yours
Like how you wait in line while I walk straight through the door, straight through the-
Hear you say something but ain't nothing, spectators ignored
Pay no mind to that chump's just a player-hatin' whore
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Ain’t no fun if the aliens can't have none
How I fuck it dirty, how I make it twitch and scream
How it screams, "Oh, baby, hurt me. Work me to the bone. Oh, please"
How I bend the rhythm over and hit, hit, hit it on my knees
Give, give, give it up, I need it all the time
Bleed it on the drop of a dime, down to pound it 'til it shines
Moonlit lake of blood red wine, make no mistake, I makes it mine
Break shit down and make it grind to the groove used to align
The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes
Nuclear steeze creeps and winds
Through secrets behind and between every time I scream:
"Shit is mine! It's all mine!
All the time! Shit is mine!"
What is it? Where is it? How will it affect me?
Fuck that shit, I need that shit
(Yeah)
Thought you knew, thought you thought, thought you did but did not
Come on through; What you got? Is it cool? Is it hot?
Check one two, man don't stop, I'm not through black blood clot
In my view like that twat spread eagle 'cross the block
(Spre-re-re-re-read eag-the block)
(Spread eagle 'cro-ro-ro-ro-ross the)
(Spread eagle 'cross the blo-o-o-o-ock)
Need no ego to rock
What we know just gets dropped, how we keep shit on lock
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine
Nice
+5 point of fracma.
where angry man
hit hit hit
holy shit this is greate
where can I find more music with this sort of vintage rockabilly feel, doesnt have to be sampled
Link Wray, Duane Eddy, Dick Dale & the Del-Tones. 50's and 1960's rock.
@@scxmvt thank you, love Link Wray!
I only like this because of link Wray rumble
Same lmao
same. what a fucking tune.
what is a google
This makes me want to jump down a 14 stair with a Walmart board
what yall know abt pink floyd
Spread eagle cross the block
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Wanna beer, have no fear, comes and goes, man it's here
No one knows, feels so weird, when it blows through my bones
I got a jones for it, I wanna know more
Cause it's 'bout what I got to show for it
I want some more of it, I want too much
I got so bored with it, I shot it up
Wanna light my torch with it and get all fucked up
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shits bound to be the death of me
Fuck buying it I'm taking it and sharing it with nobody
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
I own that shit, on some throw back shit, you already know that shit
You even know 'bout how I know the man who grows that, biatch
You can't buy it with your money, you can't find it overseas
It's one of those things that seems outlandish 'til you have it's not a dream
As for me, I'm cool with it and that's alright cause it's my thing
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Work that angle 'til it's beveled, curve of the blade doubled
Edge made to bleed the struggle, best believe the game's a hustle
Observer of the strange occurrences, conjurer of the subtle
Unseen but felt disturbances that burst a bitches bubble
That’s right it's all mine, it’s all mine never was yours
Like how you wait in line while I walk straight through the door, straight through the..
Hear you say something but ain't nothing, spectators ignored
Pay no mind to that chump's, just a player hatin' whore
I fuck the music, I make it cum
I fuck the music with my serpent tongue
Ain’t no fun if the aliens can't have none
How I fuck it dirty, how I make it twitch and scream
How it screams oh baby hurt me, work me to the bone oh please
How I bend the rhythm over and hit, hit, hit it on my knees
Give, give, give it up, I need it all the time
Bleed it on the drop of a dime, down to pound it 'til it shines
Moonlit lake of blood red wine, make no mistake, I makes it mine
Break shit down and make it grind to the groove used to align
The cascading shades of jaded blues with these rhymes
Nuclear steeze creeps and winds
Through secrets behind and between every time I scream
Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine
What is it, where is it, how will it affect me
Fuck that shit, I need that shit
Thought you knew, thought you thought, thought you did but did not
Come on through what you got, is it cool, is it hot?
Check one two, man don't stop, I'm not through black blood clot
In my view like that twat spread eagle cross the block
Need no ego to rock
What we know just gets dropped, how we keep shit on lock
Cause all I really need is some cool shit to mob
Like driving down the street to the beat of a blow job
Shit is mine, it's all mine
All the time, shit is mine
Literally just a wrangler alt mix
Spoonkid
Dinkber or blaz
When you’re in the Huey and the trees start to move
Bruh link wray ain’t happy about this
how?
@@IHateRUclipsHandlesVeryMuch it’s his guitar on the instrumental that’s why it’s not on Spotify
No one's not happy about nothing.
The whole Exmilitary mixtape is not on any streaming services because the samples aren't cleared.
Also, Link Wray died in 2005, so there's no way in hell that he know this song exists.