Heavy Metal Kings, Sicknature - Violent Rage lyrics

ILL Bill and Sicknature spit hatred
All these other cats are dick-faces
I lift trains and throw em at airplanes
Spit flames, switch lanes
My fist make chins ache
And my spit could even strip paint
I think Great like Alexander
Stop you in your tracks like
A fam of tarantulas
Crawling up your pants like they mad at ya
Crawl in ya mouth, try to spit em out
Crawl in ya eyes
Immortalize, get the blowtorch, cauterize
Torture minds, lord of lies, kingdom of truth
I sound like someone tossed a
Thermite grenade in the booth
Stomp ya head flat
Penetrate your brain with a boot
Your skull with ya teeth
Roll with thugs, vultures and creeps
Third eye wide open while
Your soldiers asleep
Burst nines watch your whole team
Explode in the street
It's the code of the street
Here's an award, fry the umpire
Live by the sword
You'll probably die by gunfire


My rap is like katanas
Severing heads in a splatter
On beats colder than the era
That buried the mammoth
Spit magma like volcanoes that erupt
And bring a divine pain like the hammer
Of Thor landed in your nuts
Smashing them to dust
When Bill and Paz is on the cut
You'll feel like you dived in a tub
With a high voltage gadget
While it's plugged
If you snooze on this heavyweight greatness
Best stay awake then
Like having sexomnia next to an AIDS patient
All that happy rapping is dead
My shit sounds like chopping
Off an entire neck
To play hacky-sack with the head
Crucial rage music
With a mood that would slay cupid
I never kicked in the door
I bazooka'd my way through it
Me and Bill produced Seven for
Army of the Pharaohs
And threw these shit producers a
Party in the gallows
We're an alliance that solidly
Silence the comedies spit is wild
A clear reflection of a violent society
Motherfucker!

I'm only here for the money, dummy
Get it and leave
Ain't no second chances here
You don't get a reprieve
Better off murking yourself or
Catch a disease
Cause fucking round with Vinnie you
Ain't destined to breath
So whether if it's violence or
A question of peace
I don't give a muthafuck
You getting fed to the beast
I use your warm blood
Turn it from the bread to the yeast
Walk into the tabernacle
Take the head of a priest
I carry heavy shit
Let the thunder-clapper blam
Like Mitch Blood Green beat in
Front of Dapper Dan
It's only darkness when you go
For the assassin's hand
Don't even speak to me without
The use of proper gram
You a Shook One, pissing in your dungarees
When you rhyming on stage
It's only tumbleweeds i'm a deathstalker
Y'all are fucking bumblebees
You betta Bacdafucup like you was Sonny Seez