Vinnie Paz - WarMonger lyrics
[Vinnie Paz - WarMonger lyrics]
Yeah, HAHAHAHA! Yo Fame, what up, muhfucka?
Fizzy Womack on the beat!
MOP! Fire Squad! Official Pistol Gang! yeah
My fist enters in your temple like an obelisk
It's blackness, darkness
Abyss of joblessness
Everything you do is small
My shit is monstrous
I murder devils and any of they accomplices
My brain function on other
Levels of consciousness
My brain function on other
Levels of pompousness
You listenin' to the bass
And treble of godlessness
My thirty-eight'll spit hate and
Level the populous
My esophagus breathe the evil
That just demolishes
Whether or not you're a
Believer in the Apocalypse
Y'all shit is sweeter than two
Faggots that's locking lips
It ain't a rapper competin'
With my obnoxiousness
It ain't nobody that's equal
To my accomplishments
The Desert Eagle is legal and it astonishes
The AR-15 diesel and blow your mom to bit's
It's hard to catch me
I'm Thurman Munson and Carlton Fisk
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
(blratt, blratt) man I see it on paper
I know that I should be caged
(blratt, blratt)
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
(Escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper
(That paper)
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
(blratt, blratt) man I see it on paper
I know that I should be caged
(blratt, blratt)
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
(Escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper
(That paper)
Y'all know the flow is precise
You don't owe me your life
But that could change one roll of the dice
And if money try to go for his knife
I'ma levitate his body to the sky
Until he homies with Christ
Don't even fuck around, son is a goon
Son is bipolar, alcoholic, son is consumed
I breathe life into the sun and the moon
I breathe life into the
Most barren bloodiest womb
Y'all don't know y'all gettin'
Stalked in the shower
Populism is rebellion over corporate power
Politics is just the talk of the hour
It's a matter of time before they
Hit another office or tower
I don't care, I put the gun to your ribs
And the Desert Eag' big
It'll separate mothers from kids
I walked around from Philly
Slums to the bridge
Been around the world eight times
Nobody can fuck with the kid
Yeah! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
(blratt, blratt) man I see it on paper
I know that I should be caged
(blratt, blratt)
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
(Escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper
(That paper)
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
(blratt, blratt) man I see it on paper
I know that I should be caged
(blratt, blratt)
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
(Escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper
(That paper)
Rrattt! HAHAHAHA! Blratt blratt blratt!
Official Pistol Gang!
Faggot rapper! I'm not you, rapper
I'm a G! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Fire Squad!
Fizzy Womack on the beat!
MOP! Fire Squad! Official Pistol Gang! yeah
My fist enters in your temple like an obelisk
It's blackness, darkness
Abyss of joblessness
Everything you do is small
My shit is monstrous
I murder devils and any of they accomplices
My brain function on other
Levels of consciousness
My brain function on other
Levels of pompousness
You listenin' to the bass
And treble of godlessness
My thirty-eight'll spit hate and
Level the populous
My esophagus breathe the evil
That just demolishes
Whether or not you're a
Believer in the Apocalypse
Y'all shit is sweeter than two
Faggots that's locking lips
It ain't a rapper competin'
With my obnoxiousness
It ain't nobody that's equal
To my accomplishments
The Desert Eagle is legal and it astonishes
The AR-15 diesel and blow your mom to bit's
It's hard to catch me
I'm Thurman Munson and Carlton Fisk
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
(blratt, blratt) man I see it on paper
I know that I should be caged
(blratt, blratt)
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
(Escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper
(That paper)
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
(blratt, blratt) man I see it on paper
I know that I should be caged
(blratt, blratt)
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
(Escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper
(That paper)
Y'all know the flow is precise
You don't owe me your life
But that could change one roll of the dice
And if money try to go for his knife
I'ma levitate his body to the sky
Until he homies with Christ
Don't even fuck around, son is a goon
Son is bipolar, alcoholic, son is consumed
I breathe life into the sun and the moon
I breathe life into the
Most barren bloodiest womb
Y'all don't know y'all gettin'
Stalked in the shower
Populism is rebellion over corporate power
Politics is just the talk of the hour
It's a matter of time before they
Hit another office or tower
I don't care, I put the gun to your ribs
And the Desert Eag' big
It'll separate mothers from kids
I walked around from Philly
Slums to the bridge
Been around the world eight times
Nobody can fuck with the kid
Yeah! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
(blratt, blratt) man I see it on paper
I know that I should be caged
(blratt, blratt)
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
(Escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper
(That paper)
Music is motivation for me to just go insane
(blratt, blratt) man I see it on paper
I know that I should be caged
(blratt, blratt)
And I'm trapped but I escaped it
(Escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper
(That paper)
Rrattt! HAHAHAHA! Blratt blratt blratt!
Official Pistol Gang!
Faggot rapper! I'm not you, rapper
I'm a G! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Fire Squad!