Vinnie Paz, Demoz, Vast Aire - Doomsday Machine lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Demoz, Vast Aire - Doomsday Machine lyrics]
Yeah! Come on, pa
I’m cut from a different cloth!
Y’know what I’m sayin’ I’m cut from a
Different cloth than y’all mafuckas!
(ta ta ta ta ta ta ta) y'know mean?
Papo Andy foreva! Yeah, come on
Yeah
I told you, you should learn from mistakes
I will violate a motherfucker, personal space
This a CarboTech
Come with a submersible case
At the sound of the demon bell, merciful fate
All we do is rock low symbols
Turbans and weight i watch Musa be a father
Give a sermon to Leif
This a cloak and dagger operation
Turn to the safe have his physical return to
An invertible place
First and foremost is my ahki
Playin' with ya life
Rollin' dice like Monopoly
Brothers overseas givin' Dawah
Talkin' cocky don’t ask me 'bout nobody
My relationships is Rocky
I scribe thoughts pa
I'm like Miguel de Unamuno
Catch ya homie walk away like Claus Von Bulow
It's an undefeated record, ahki
Look at the stats
You was broke down ass betting
Look at the facts, stupid
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, Zombieland
That’s a dead fly you better fly away
You better get away Get away nigga
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly
You better fly awa-a-a ayy
You better get awa-a-a ayy Get away nigga
When Paz is done with your body
He sends ‘em to Vas to rock ‘em
Freak form box ‘em
This ain't a Christmas stocking
It’s the Last Mohican that keeps
The burner in his Moccasin
Smoke signals, we got loud
Gunner air mysterious, beyond clouds
Never seen before but once I reveal myself
It’ll start the Secret War
The mind trick of cannibal, I’m like Hannibal
Having dinner with the doctor at the festival
At the end of the movie
Tell the cops it wasn’t me
I was chillin’ with Suzy
It's Vast Aire, the Sith Lord
I won’t hesitate to pinch your wind cord
Everybody’s wondering like how
New Millennium, blowing up like Lando
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, Zombieland
That’s a dead fly you better fly away
You better get away Get away nigga
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly
You better fly awa-a-a ayy
You better get awa-a-a ayy Get away nigga
I remember I was broke
Scramblin’ so I could smoke no joke
I was livin’ like an addict sniffin’ dope
In the attic doing coke with
A addict gettin’ throat
Like a savage, but I’m not an savage
Nigga I’m the GOAT
Yes the greatest, you the fakest
It’s sad the shit I wrote
Could have dropped a thousand albums, Scott
They glad I never spoke
But I’m speakin’ now
And I’m spittin’ ether now
Catch you like I catch a dutch
Smoke you like the reefer now
Pussy ass niggas in the game
Like it’s Easter now i’m in all black
Weapon on me like the Reaper now
I ain’t come to sell my soul
I kept it like a prenup
Bitch you sold your soul now
You tryna get a refund
Hey Mr critic you created a monster
In my head i’m a double entendre, am I dead?
Please let me know 'cause I’m
Feelin’ like a ghost
They can’t see me like Stevie but
They feelin’ what I wrote
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, Zombieland
That’s a dead fly you better fly away
You better get away Get away nigga
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly
You better fly awa-a-a ayy
You better get awa-a-a ayy Get away nigga
I’m cut from a different cloth!
Y’know what I’m sayin’ I’m cut from a
Different cloth than y’all mafuckas!
(ta ta ta ta ta ta ta) y'know mean?
Papo Andy foreva! Yeah, come on
Yeah
I told you, you should learn from mistakes
I will violate a motherfucker, personal space
This a CarboTech
Come with a submersible case
At the sound of the demon bell, merciful fate
All we do is rock low symbols
Turbans and weight i watch Musa be a father
Give a sermon to Leif
This a cloak and dagger operation
Turn to the safe have his physical return to
An invertible place
First and foremost is my ahki
Playin' with ya life
Rollin' dice like Monopoly
Brothers overseas givin' Dawah
Talkin' cocky don’t ask me 'bout nobody
My relationships is Rocky
I scribe thoughts pa
I'm like Miguel de Unamuno
Catch ya homie walk away like Claus Von Bulow
It's an undefeated record, ahki
Look at the stats
You was broke down ass betting
Look at the facts, stupid
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, Zombieland
That’s a dead fly you better fly away
You better get away Get away nigga
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly
You better fly awa-a-a ayy
You better get awa-a-a ayy Get away nigga
When Paz is done with your body
He sends ‘em to Vas to rock ‘em
Freak form box ‘em
This ain't a Christmas stocking
It’s the Last Mohican that keeps
The burner in his Moccasin
Smoke signals, we got loud
Gunner air mysterious, beyond clouds
Never seen before but once I reveal myself
It’ll start the Secret War
The mind trick of cannibal, I’m like Hannibal
Having dinner with the doctor at the festival
At the end of the movie
Tell the cops it wasn’t me
I was chillin’ with Suzy
It's Vast Aire, the Sith Lord
I won’t hesitate to pinch your wind cord
Everybody’s wondering like how
New Millennium, blowing up like Lando
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, Zombieland
That’s a dead fly you better fly away
You better get away Get away nigga
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly
You better fly awa-a-a ayy
You better get awa-a-a ayy Get away nigga
I remember I was broke
Scramblin’ so I could smoke no joke
I was livin’ like an addict sniffin’ dope
In the attic doing coke with
A addict gettin’ throat
Like a savage, but I’m not an savage
Nigga I’m the GOAT
Yes the greatest, you the fakest
It’s sad the shit I wrote
Could have dropped a thousand albums, Scott
They glad I never spoke
But I’m speakin’ now
And I’m spittin’ ether now
Catch you like I catch a dutch
Smoke you like the reefer now
Pussy ass niggas in the game
Like it’s Easter now i’m in all black
Weapon on me like the Reaper now
I ain’t come to sell my soul
I kept it like a prenup
Bitch you sold your soul now
You tryna get a refund
Hey Mr critic you created a monster
In my head i’m a double entendre, am I dead?
Please let me know 'cause I’m
Feelin’ like a ghost
They can’t see me like Stevie but
They feelin’ what I wrote
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, Zombieland
That’s a dead fly you better fly away
You better get away Get away nigga
Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot
It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly
You better fly awa-a-a ayy
You better get awa-a-a ayy Get away nigga