Jedi Mind Tricks - Death Toll Rising lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks - Death Toll Rising lyrics]
Yeah, Jedi Mind pack Pistol Pazzy
Yo Stoupe, hermano, yeah
You talking gunplay? Well let's
Play with them guns
See, Allah don't like ugly and
You stay in the slums
Pazienza take flights while you
Begging with bums
The cult of the black virgin
Isn't safe in the sun
Heckler & Koch, black ski mask and an onion
This motherfucker crack a smile like
He's laughing at somethin'
Take his batiman hard like I'm
Snatching it from him
He ain't smart enough to
Understand assassins is comin'
I'm blasting this son
This something put you in the tomb
And that whopper go
(ta ta ta ta ta) shoot through the room
My dude I'm a goon
Strapped with two-two's in the womb
See and Pazzy's spelling something
And it's usually doom
Shit is gonna get ugly if
You violate my space
The six pack click-clack barrel in his face
Them jump out boys will
Hit you without warning
Bring pies to your crib like
This was a housewarming
(Welcome to the neighborhood)
(Samples from Yanti Bersaudara - Badminton)
Hold up doggy
That's the type of weapon you with?
That's the type of bullshit you
Should've left in the whip
You ain't worthy of the bullets I
Got left in the clip
Soon as shit starts popping I
Go right for the grip i'm liable to flip
Serial killer and it's copycat
The Mossberg lean, it's 7 percent bodyfat
You the main producer of
Predictable punani rap
Chamber pressure pushes the bullet and
Push his body back
You cookin' in the kitchen
But avoiding the chef
I'm like Heisenberg, mastermind
Boiling meth homie have to take an
L it's unavoidable death
They say the plant'll grow sturdy
If the soil is wet on some greaseball shit
Overflowing with gravy
Don't tell me about the pain
Just show me the baby
On some De La shit pa, I am who I be
The executioner is coming and
It's probably me muerte!
Yo Stoupe, hermano, yeah
You talking gunplay? Well let's
Play with them guns
See, Allah don't like ugly and
You stay in the slums
Pazienza take flights while you
Begging with bums
The cult of the black virgin
Isn't safe in the sun
Heckler & Koch, black ski mask and an onion
This motherfucker crack a smile like
He's laughing at somethin'
Take his batiman hard like I'm
Snatching it from him
He ain't smart enough to
Understand assassins is comin'
I'm blasting this son
This something put you in the tomb
And that whopper go
(ta ta ta ta ta) shoot through the room
My dude I'm a goon
Strapped with two-two's in the womb
See and Pazzy's spelling something
And it's usually doom
Shit is gonna get ugly if
You violate my space
The six pack click-clack barrel in his face
Them jump out boys will
Hit you without warning
Bring pies to your crib like
This was a housewarming
(Welcome to the neighborhood)
(Samples from Yanti Bersaudara - Badminton)
Hold up doggy
That's the type of weapon you with?
That's the type of bullshit you
Should've left in the whip
You ain't worthy of the bullets I
Got left in the clip
Soon as shit starts popping I
Go right for the grip i'm liable to flip
Serial killer and it's copycat
The Mossberg lean, it's 7 percent bodyfat
You the main producer of
Predictable punani rap
Chamber pressure pushes the bullet and
Push his body back
You cookin' in the kitchen
But avoiding the chef
I'm like Heisenberg, mastermind
Boiling meth homie have to take an
L it's unavoidable death
They say the plant'll grow sturdy
If the soil is wet on some greaseball shit
Overflowing with gravy
Don't tell me about the pain
Just show me the baby
On some De La shit pa, I am who I be
The executioner is coming and
It's probably me muerte!