Eto, Heavy Metal Kings, Goretex - Metal Lords lyrics
[Eto, Heavy Metal Kings, Goretex - Metal Lords lyrics]
Yeah, official Pistol
Pap Pistol Pazienza, Eto, salute Lord
Slum Gang and all that
Yeah, one two, yeah, yeah
Load them blicks to occupation
They go inside your body like
The game of Operation
My ahki hit with fed time
'cause he ain't sayin' nathin'
I greet my brother
Peacefully as-salamu alaykum
It's Jake everywhere, B, I spot a lotta bacon
It's so many 4-5s that sound
Will get you makin' (Ah bombaclaat)
I bleed with hard rocks and
They solid as the pavement
Moafuckas waitin' on the word
'cause they impatient
The semi-auto knock him off his axis
It's stark fear Allah, ahki
Sack cloth the ashеs
He movin' four in the baby in cabanas
Just he could movе the OT to Calabasas
I was on the brink then I'm revitalize
Mothafuckas were dyin' so check
They vital signs
The Devil playground is an idle mind
Chop a mothafucka head homie
This is Bible times, toma!
Yeah, now you my idol
At the Devil's playground that's yo' man?
Nowadays they call you anyday now
Hand to hand
Prestigious, infamous, and malicious
'til this day I praise the tre pound
(Praise the tre pound)
They found the lil' homie slumped
Blood on his garments mamas not to blame
My blame will have 'em under the armpit
He ain't tell about the glove
That covers the gauntlet
And he ain't tellin' how the
Love comes with the hardships
Yo, continue to love but who will live be
If I'm the one who gives the glove
They pop bottles in yo' name and
Only miss you in clubs, shit
In the dirt box wit' you
Then he shit's you and mock sounds accurate
Sucks to be the cash cow graduate
Now everyone got the ball they
Had to pass you with
Shit, huh, no rules left, who's next?
(Who's next?) king Judas and a pacifist
Yeah, eventually it'll be only him
That's why I feel like the
Century in a custodian
Huh, but I got the keys
Still bringin' up your past
Runs I'm not intrigued, huh
Yeah, gotta convince me
First things first, dollars are
It's hotter than fish grease
Send this ox to the pig feet, nigga
The Metal Lords rule again y'all slumped over
And Acetore? the duffle bags
With the muzzle loaders
Cuttin' Smith for mattress yola
I'll be takin' over
Like Van Halen triple boulders
Shit be noddin' ovens
We been Ayatollahs seen
In compromisin' photos evil eyes behold us
I'm the reason y'all despised by soldiers
Legions arrive in cobras
Creep up in Kalam with soakers?
Demons rise like vultures
By Perico buy supply the culture
Crack the Black Mirror
Start the action at zero
Legendary Canarsie built for the fat heroes
They put rat poison in the
Phixion pour out Roy Rogers
Windex in the rickle juice you poor armies
Mad rubberbands, soldiers keep my money neat
20 deep
Slump yo' fuckin' face into bloody meat
Bloody steak blades, bands o' cash
Soldiers sold yo' gas to rap
Deep in the shadows
Ready to assassins? laugh
Crease in the murder cult, the broken hope
The corpse raws
With cloven hoof and goat skulls
Wrote the truth to the whole globe
I bring the beams out
40 shot drum bring them screams out
Pistol nozzle blister like a fiend's mouth!
The Metal Lords rule again y'all slumped over
And Acetore? the duffle bags
With the muzzle loaders
Cuttin' Smith for mattress yola
I'll be takin' over
Like Van Halen triple boulders
Shit be noddin' ovens
Pap Pistol Pazienza, Eto, salute Lord
Slum Gang and all that
Yeah, one two, yeah, yeah
Load them blicks to occupation
They go inside your body like
The game of Operation
My ahki hit with fed time
'cause he ain't sayin' nathin'
I greet my brother
Peacefully as-salamu alaykum
It's Jake everywhere, B, I spot a lotta bacon
It's so many 4-5s that sound
Will get you makin' (Ah bombaclaat)
I bleed with hard rocks and
They solid as the pavement
Moafuckas waitin' on the word
'cause they impatient
The semi-auto knock him off his axis
It's stark fear Allah, ahki
Sack cloth the ashеs
He movin' four in the baby in cabanas
Just he could movе the OT to Calabasas
I was on the brink then I'm revitalize
Mothafuckas were dyin' so check
They vital signs
The Devil playground is an idle mind
Chop a mothafucka head homie
This is Bible times, toma!
Yeah, now you my idol
At the Devil's playground that's yo' man?
Nowadays they call you anyday now
Hand to hand
Prestigious, infamous, and malicious
'til this day I praise the tre pound
(Praise the tre pound)
They found the lil' homie slumped
Blood on his garments mamas not to blame
My blame will have 'em under the armpit
He ain't tell about the glove
That covers the gauntlet
And he ain't tellin' how the
Love comes with the hardships
Yo, continue to love but who will live be
If I'm the one who gives the glove
They pop bottles in yo' name and
Only miss you in clubs, shit
In the dirt box wit' you
Then he shit's you and mock sounds accurate
Sucks to be the cash cow graduate
Now everyone got the ball they
Had to pass you with
Shit, huh, no rules left, who's next?
(Who's next?) king Judas and a pacifist
Yeah, eventually it'll be only him
That's why I feel like the
Century in a custodian
Huh, but I got the keys
Still bringin' up your past
Runs I'm not intrigued, huh
Yeah, gotta convince me
First things first, dollars are
It's hotter than fish grease
Send this ox to the pig feet, nigga
The Metal Lords rule again y'all slumped over
And Acetore? the duffle bags
With the muzzle loaders
Cuttin' Smith for mattress yola
I'll be takin' over
Like Van Halen triple boulders
Shit be noddin' ovens
We been Ayatollahs seen
In compromisin' photos evil eyes behold us
I'm the reason y'all despised by soldiers
Legions arrive in cobras
Creep up in Kalam with soakers?
Demons rise like vultures
By Perico buy supply the culture
Crack the Black Mirror
Start the action at zero
Legendary Canarsie built for the fat heroes
They put rat poison in the
Phixion pour out Roy Rogers
Windex in the rickle juice you poor armies
Mad rubberbands, soldiers keep my money neat
20 deep
Slump yo' fuckin' face into bloody meat
Bloody steak blades, bands o' cash
Soldiers sold yo' gas to rap
Deep in the shadows
Ready to assassins? laugh
Crease in the murder cult, the broken hope
The corpse raws
With cloven hoof and goat skulls
Wrote the truth to the whole globe
I bring the beams out
40 shot drum bring them screams out
Pistol nozzle blister like a fiend's mouth!
The Metal Lords rule again y'all slumped over
And Acetore? the duffle bags
With the muzzle loaders
Cuttin' Smith for mattress yola
I'll be takin' over
Like Van Halen triple boulders
Shit be noddin' ovens