Heavy Metal Kings - F@ck Outta Here lyrics
[Heavy Metal Kings - F@ck Outta Here lyrics]
He's indeed a foe worthy of my metal
But he must be defeated
Fly, my enchanted mallet!
Seek out the enemy!
I put the H in heavy metal
Like the hammer of Thor
ILL Cana-Bill, way before Cannibal Corpse
These baby teen homos
I'm like a '83 Kronos
Pay Lionel Richie with bricks to lay promos
I hover vertically, Clockwork Burgundy
Seven thirty on your block like
The murder spree instant
Secure the gas mask on the infant
Then analyze the galaxy
With practical instinct
Stay sharper than zombie weapons
My wolves of war are savage
Bark at the moon like a Ferrari engine
Pack a burner blacker than Nat Turner
Jackson with the stacks like Hank Sherman
Track three thousand of black turbans
Lions roar comfortable to most
The crime lords
Walking through the firestorm like
The time before talk it like "I am the
Law" with a giant jaw
Chop off your motherfucking dome
With Goliath's sword
Ya bring that shit to Brooklyn?
The fuck outta here!
You wanna get the jewelry tooken?
The fuck outta here!
Ya wanna bring it to Philly?
The fuck outta here!
And get yourself bodied for really?
The fuck outta here!
Ya bring that shit to Brooklyn?
The fuck outta here!
You wanna get the jewelry tooken?
The fuck outta here!
Ya wanna bring it to Philly?
The fuck outta here!
And get yourself bodied for really?
The fuck outta here!
See it's black now
Everything can go in a glance
I was raised right
I'm a let you know in advance
This the Billy bad knife work
Rolling with gangs
And the pea coat laser Mac show you the dance
I'm talking everything
Even shell cases is black
And the chopper lay him down
Like he's taking a nap
Cut his body in sixteen like
We playing the DAT
And if I ever gave you anything
I'm taking it back
You lazy and whack, just call me Glen Rice
I'm a shoot a man
I'm a peel his motherfucking lid
Like a tuna can chest poked out
Talking shit like "Who the man?"
Body work had his pussy breathing
Like a hookah fam it's a lot of dead bodies
Everywhere that Vin rides
Smiling on the outside, dying on the inside
Y'all are high
Y'all just brought some blues in this bitch
But me and Billy ride
We just brought the tools in this bitch
Muerte!
Ya bring that shit to Brooklyn?
The fuck outta here!
You wanna get the jewelry tooken?
The fuck outta here!
Ya wanna bring it to Philly?
The fuck outta here!
And get yourself bodied for really?
The fuck outta here!
Ya bring that shit to Brooklyn?
The fuck outta here!
You wanna get the jewelry tooken?
The fuck outta here!
Ya wanna bring it to Philly?
The fuck outta here!
And get yourself bodied for really?
The fuck outta here!
But he must be defeated
Fly, my enchanted mallet!
Seek out the enemy!
I put the H in heavy metal
Like the hammer of Thor
ILL Cana-Bill, way before Cannibal Corpse
These baby teen homos
I'm like a '83 Kronos
Pay Lionel Richie with bricks to lay promos
I hover vertically, Clockwork Burgundy
Seven thirty on your block like
The murder spree instant
Secure the gas mask on the infant
Then analyze the galaxy
With practical instinct
Stay sharper than zombie weapons
My wolves of war are savage
Bark at the moon like a Ferrari engine
Pack a burner blacker than Nat Turner
Jackson with the stacks like Hank Sherman
Track three thousand of black turbans
Lions roar comfortable to most
The crime lords
Walking through the firestorm like
The time before talk it like "I am the
Law" with a giant jaw
Chop off your motherfucking dome
With Goliath's sword
Ya bring that shit to Brooklyn?
The fuck outta here!
You wanna get the jewelry tooken?
The fuck outta here!
Ya wanna bring it to Philly?
The fuck outta here!
And get yourself bodied for really?
The fuck outta here!
Ya bring that shit to Brooklyn?
The fuck outta here!
You wanna get the jewelry tooken?
The fuck outta here!
Ya wanna bring it to Philly?
The fuck outta here!
And get yourself bodied for really?
The fuck outta here!
See it's black now
Everything can go in a glance
I was raised right
I'm a let you know in advance
This the Billy bad knife work
Rolling with gangs
And the pea coat laser Mac show you the dance
I'm talking everything
Even shell cases is black
And the chopper lay him down
Like he's taking a nap
Cut his body in sixteen like
We playing the DAT
And if I ever gave you anything
I'm taking it back
You lazy and whack, just call me Glen Rice
I'm a shoot a man
I'm a peel his motherfucking lid
Like a tuna can chest poked out
Talking shit like "Who the man?"
Body work had his pussy breathing
Like a hookah fam it's a lot of dead bodies
Everywhere that Vin rides
Smiling on the outside, dying on the inside
Y'all are high
Y'all just brought some blues in this bitch
But me and Billy ride
We just brought the tools in this bitch
Muerte!
Ya bring that shit to Brooklyn?
The fuck outta here!
You wanna get the jewelry tooken?
The fuck outta here!
Ya wanna bring it to Philly?
The fuck outta here!
And get yourself bodied for really?
The fuck outta here!
Ya bring that shit to Brooklyn?
The fuck outta here!
You wanna get the jewelry tooken?
The fuck outta here!
Ya wanna bring it to Philly?
The fuck outta here!
And get yourself bodied for really?
The fuck outta here!