Reel Wolf, Trash Gordon, Kuniva, Madchild - Fuck Love Twice lyrics
[Reel Wolf, Trash Gordon, Kuniva, Madchild - Fuck Love Twice lyrics]
Murder changes everything when I was alive
I never hated anyone
But now hate is all that I have
I want 'em dead i want 'em choked
Instead no blood can tame this blood
Yo, master of disaster
I'm an underground phenomenon
Naturally, a bastard
But the king of my conglomerate
Welcome to Armageddon rhymes
I write 'em armor-plated
Have a relationship with karma
But it's complicated yes, I am wicked
I am known for being dubious
Words I choose will prove that I won't lose
I'm an enthusiast pick any battle topic
Shit I spit is catastrophic
Once I explode unleashing shrapnel
Sharpened metal objects
Take a look into these eyes
You'll see exploding fire
Silver tongue with iron lungs and
Teeth look like corroding iron
Schizophrenic tenant plus a very
Lonely landlord Rancor keep
Punching my head until my hands sore
There seems to be an reason that
They keep me at a distance
I'm defiantly persistent
There's evil in this infant
The afterlife it is Heaven but I am hellbent
My appetite for destruction is overwhelming
Give 'em hell, one hundred rounds
Feeding like a hungry hound
In my head the thunder pounds
Hailing from the underground
I listen to a lot of rappers
But I don't believe 'em
Misguided angel I was spawned one
Of the coldest heathens
Give 'em hell, hunt 'em down
Fuck 'em let it buck and blaow
Body is a loveless shell
Permanently underground i listen to a lot of
Rappers and they all bleedin
Trash Gordon I was raised to
Be a fuckin demon
Ain't nothing to joke about
You ain't got a hope in hell
Stomping on your chest until your
Broken ribs poking out
Dead weight that pulls you down
With a shred I hope you drown
Neck tie a rope around close
Your eyes it's over now
The black heart in my chest is pacing
Nothing in my head but Satan
State of pure desolation, the mental patient
With a barrel to his temple embracing
The death that wait's him
Splittin dome and adding to my list of foes
Sick when my mental depicts it
And then it just implodes
Smash a little ho and turn her
Cunt into a withered rose
That's where my sickness goes
Visions of your death I'm
Lifting up your best
Feel it sinking in your chest
Swing a corked bat
Leave you physically depressed
I'm a sociopath but that's the
Curse that I'm under
Every enemy get buried in the
Dirt by the hundreds
I'm like fuckin rain man when
I murder by numbers
Give 'em hell, one hundred rounds
Feeding like a hungry hound
In my head the thunder pounds
Hailing from the underground
I listen to a lot of rappers
But I don't believe 'em
Misguided angel I was spawned one
Of the coldest heathens
Give 'em hell, hunt 'em down
Fuck 'em let it buck and blaow
Body is a loveless shell
Permanently underground i listen to a lot of
Rappers and they all bleedin
Trash Gordon I was raised to
Be a fuckin demon
Who you know that jumps face
First off a fire escape?
And calls his victims phone and land on
Him as soon as it vibrates?
They say I'm hard to get
Along with highly irate
Your girl takes so much dick from me
I should ball up and cry rape
You shouldn't even be here
You people stare at bodies through
That cracked door keep
It moving people there's nothing to see here
The same nigga from Devils Night
Keep it poppin like chains on a pedal bike
Throw your dame over metal spikes
And beat your puppy to death
With a metal pipe
And shoot it out with some cops on site
That's on a mellow night
I bet you wonderin' where D12 been at
On an 8 year binge on alcohol and crinack
Pullin guns on assholes like
Where the shit at
Niggas be all hype but some
Bullets make 'm chillax
I hop in the cab now, shoot at your cash cow
And end it all and brag about
It to Madchild I'm that wild
Give 'em hell, one hundred rounds
Feeding like a hungry hound
In my head the thunder pounds
Hailing from the underground
I listen to a lot of rappers
But I don't believe 'em
Misguided angel I was spawned one
Of the coldest heathens
Give 'em hell, hunt 'em down
Fuck 'em let it buck and blaow
Body is a loveless shell
Permanently underground i listen to a lot of
Rappers and they all bleedin
Trash Gordon I was raised to
Be a fuckin demon
I never hated anyone
But now hate is all that I have
I want 'em dead i want 'em choked
Instead no blood can tame this blood
Yo, master of disaster
I'm an underground phenomenon
Naturally, a bastard
But the king of my conglomerate
Welcome to Armageddon rhymes
I write 'em armor-plated
Have a relationship with karma
But it's complicated yes, I am wicked
I am known for being dubious
Words I choose will prove that I won't lose
I'm an enthusiast pick any battle topic
Shit I spit is catastrophic
Once I explode unleashing shrapnel
Sharpened metal objects
Take a look into these eyes
You'll see exploding fire
Silver tongue with iron lungs and
Teeth look like corroding iron
Schizophrenic tenant plus a very
Lonely landlord Rancor keep
Punching my head until my hands sore
There seems to be an reason that
They keep me at a distance
I'm defiantly persistent
There's evil in this infant
The afterlife it is Heaven but I am hellbent
My appetite for destruction is overwhelming
Give 'em hell, one hundred rounds
Feeding like a hungry hound
In my head the thunder pounds
Hailing from the underground
I listen to a lot of rappers
But I don't believe 'em
Misguided angel I was spawned one
Of the coldest heathens
Give 'em hell, hunt 'em down
Fuck 'em let it buck and blaow
Body is a loveless shell
Permanently underground i listen to a lot of
Rappers and they all bleedin
Trash Gordon I was raised to
Be a fuckin demon
Ain't nothing to joke about
You ain't got a hope in hell
Stomping on your chest until your
Broken ribs poking out
Dead weight that pulls you down
With a shred I hope you drown
Neck tie a rope around close
Your eyes it's over now
The black heart in my chest is pacing
Nothing in my head but Satan
State of pure desolation, the mental patient
With a barrel to his temple embracing
The death that wait's him
Splittin dome and adding to my list of foes
Sick when my mental depicts it
And then it just implodes
Smash a little ho and turn her
Cunt into a withered rose
That's where my sickness goes
Visions of your death I'm
Lifting up your best
Feel it sinking in your chest
Swing a corked bat
Leave you physically depressed
I'm a sociopath but that's the
Curse that I'm under
Every enemy get buried in the
Dirt by the hundreds
I'm like fuckin rain man when
I murder by numbers
Give 'em hell, one hundred rounds
Feeding like a hungry hound
In my head the thunder pounds
Hailing from the underground
I listen to a lot of rappers
But I don't believe 'em
Misguided angel I was spawned one
Of the coldest heathens
Give 'em hell, hunt 'em down
Fuck 'em let it buck and blaow
Body is a loveless shell
Permanently underground i listen to a lot of
Rappers and they all bleedin
Trash Gordon I was raised to
Be a fuckin demon
Who you know that jumps face
First off a fire escape?
And calls his victims phone and land on
Him as soon as it vibrates?
They say I'm hard to get
Along with highly irate
Your girl takes so much dick from me
I should ball up and cry rape
You shouldn't even be here
You people stare at bodies through
That cracked door keep
It moving people there's nothing to see here
The same nigga from Devils Night
Keep it poppin like chains on a pedal bike
Throw your dame over metal spikes
And beat your puppy to death
With a metal pipe
And shoot it out with some cops on site
That's on a mellow night
I bet you wonderin' where D12 been at
On an 8 year binge on alcohol and crinack
Pullin guns on assholes like
Where the shit at
Niggas be all hype but some
Bullets make 'm chillax
I hop in the cab now, shoot at your cash cow
And end it all and brag about
It to Madchild I'm that wild
Give 'em hell, one hundred rounds
Feeding like a hungry hound
In my head the thunder pounds
Hailing from the underground
I listen to a lot of rappers
But I don't believe 'em
Misguided angel I was spawned one
Of the coldest heathens
Give 'em hell, hunt 'em down
Fuck 'em let it buck and blaow
Body is a loveless shell
Permanently underground i listen to a lot of
Rappers and they all bleedin
Trash Gordon I was raised to
Be a fuckin demon