AnarXist - Wrath lyrics
[AnarXist - Wrath lyrics]
(Ha, anarchy, ha, yeah yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, so much on my plate, huh, open up Hell
huh
Open the gates, huh huh, ring a bell, huh
Got demonic trait's, ayy, comin'
Down to piece, ayy
I do not know what I say, hey
Come on, I’m breakin' away
(Huh, bitch, I got that flow, ayy) yeah yeah
(Ha, what do I got when I go? Ayy) Ha, ha
Ha, so much on my plate
Open up Hell, open the gates
Ring a bell, yeah, got demonic trait's, yeah
But they comin' at me so
I better kill ’em again, huh
Yeah, I sound like a kid but I'm 5'3"
What if I die so I'll spill this again
My skin is white like ivory
Why you so mad that I do it again? Huh huh
Stuck in the moment, yeah
Duck with the holster, yeah
Don't even notice, yeah
Feel like a rodent, feelin'
All broken, ayy, ayy, ayy
Slave to emotion, stuck in an ocean
Probably broken
Second the notion, probably throwin'
Only just hopin' I’m gonna be chokin’
Now I'm all closin’, yeah huh
Fucked in the head like, yeah huh
Feelin' you holdin', yeah huh
What am I doin'? yeah
Comin’ at me in the hallway, bitch
You're comin' out my way
Bumpin' in my chest
One day, he gon' need a vest
Fuck what he say 'bout the
Rest, fuck what he say, i'm the best
Hey, I'm Killa Ace (Ayy)
I'm finna hate (Ayy) with that bass
(Ayy) , with the 808s, huh (Ahh)
I'm finna rate, dig a grave, uh
Make my name gas to the flame, ayy
Hack to the game and I rap to lame, uh
Killin' this shit like, oh
Ill in this bitch and I'm comin' on back
And I'm ill in this shit and I know what
I do when I ill in this clip
Loadin' the clip and I fill your ass
With lead up in your head
Bitch, you are dead with the lock
On the floor, oh no, you is red
Bitch, huh, paintin' my coffin rose red
You know why? 'Cause I'm dead
Sippin' iced tea, no shit, though, huh
Gonna break her jawbone, lost hoe, hey
Gonna put my fork in her socket, yeah huh
Yeah, I lost it, ayy
Shit, gonna pickpocket, yeah, I done it, ayy
Slit on the wrist doin' Tic Tac Toe
X to the O shot like a crossbow
Dick ain't long, it like Diddy Kong
Your game is trash, you made it last
Huh, do you feel that
Bitch? That's the plan
Lost in track with no shame
Go with the crew, this ain't a game
Tie your shoe, look, you trip in your lane
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, What do I got?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, so much on my plate, huh, open up Hell
huh
Open the gates, huh huh, ring a bell, huh
Got demonic trait's, ayy, comin'
Down to piece, ayy
I do not know what I say, hey
Come on, I’m breakin' away
(Huh, bitch, I got that flow, ayy) yeah yeah
(Ha, what do I got when I go? Ayy) Ha, ha
Ha, so much on my plate
Open up Hell, open the gates
Ring a bell, yeah, got demonic trait's, yeah
But they comin' at me so
I better kill ’em again, huh
Yeah, I sound like a kid but I'm 5'3"
What if I die so I'll spill this again
My skin is white like ivory
Why you so mad that I do it again? Huh huh
Stuck in the moment, yeah
Duck with the holster, yeah
Don't even notice, yeah
Feel like a rodent, feelin'
All broken, ayy, ayy, ayy
Slave to emotion, stuck in an ocean
Probably broken
Second the notion, probably throwin'
Only just hopin' I’m gonna be chokin’
Now I'm all closin’, yeah huh
Fucked in the head like, yeah huh
Feelin' you holdin', yeah huh
What am I doin'? yeah
Comin’ at me in the hallway, bitch
You're comin' out my way
Bumpin' in my chest
One day, he gon' need a vest
Fuck what he say 'bout the
Rest, fuck what he say, i'm the best
Hey, I'm Killa Ace (Ayy)
I'm finna hate (Ayy) with that bass
(Ayy) , with the 808s, huh (Ahh)
I'm finna rate, dig a grave, uh
Make my name gas to the flame, ayy
Hack to the game and I rap to lame, uh
Killin' this shit like, oh
Ill in this bitch and I'm comin' on back
And I'm ill in this shit and I know what
I do when I ill in this clip
Loadin' the clip and I fill your ass
With lead up in your head
Bitch, you are dead with the lock
On the floor, oh no, you is red
Bitch, huh, paintin' my coffin rose red
You know why? 'Cause I'm dead
Sippin' iced tea, no shit, though, huh
Gonna break her jawbone, lost hoe, hey
Gonna put my fork in her socket, yeah huh
Yeah, I lost it, ayy
Shit, gonna pickpocket, yeah, I done it, ayy
Slit on the wrist doin' Tic Tac Toe
X to the O shot like a crossbow
Dick ain't long, it like Diddy Kong
Your game is trash, you made it last
Huh, do you feel that
Bitch? That's the plan
Lost in track with no shame
Go with the crew, this ain't a game
Tie your shoe, look, you trip in your lane
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, What do I got?)