Wonder - Books of War lyrics
[Wonder - Books of War lyrics]
Dropping 16's with a heart full of evil
Rather have my teeth full of gold
Than be a weasel, it's all about decieval
Once i'm coming with this evil
Power called my thoughts
I be causing mass murder
Like the fucking holocaust
You talk about your money but
How much that dollar cost
Im in the streets with nothing but
A pen and a Molotov
Wondering how much my bottle cost
My book of war taught people
To live or die trying
But even the people with 20
20 vision can be blinded with the lying
Have animosity building inside 'em
Im blowing haze connecting to my asylum
Hearing the painful scream of society dying
Im surviving in a manner people
Say is too violent
Cuz for the rest of the new
School i plan a columbining
With my new school style
With my old school flow
My barely aged body with my ancient soul
Yeah, uh, my name is wonder
A kid with no morals taught
To rob and plunder
But rhyming while taking cover
A shooter not a lover
That was born in the summer
Lord forgive me for I have sinned
For pushing the manner of free thoughts
All up on these kids
And y'all looking at me funny like
I split they fucking wigs, wussup!
Rather have my teeth full of gold
Than be a weasel, it's all about decieval
Once i'm coming with this evil
Power called my thoughts
I be causing mass murder
Like the fucking holocaust
You talk about your money but
How much that dollar cost
Im in the streets with nothing but
A pen and a Molotov
Wondering how much my bottle cost
My book of war taught people
To live or die trying
But even the people with 20
20 vision can be blinded with the lying
Have animosity building inside 'em
Im blowing haze connecting to my asylum
Hearing the painful scream of society dying
Im surviving in a manner people
Say is too violent
Cuz for the rest of the new
School i plan a columbining
With my new school style
With my old school flow
My barely aged body with my ancient soul
Yeah, uh, my name is wonder
A kid with no morals taught
To rob and plunder
But rhyming while taking cover
A shooter not a lover
That was born in the summer
Lord forgive me for I have sinned
For pushing the manner of free thoughts
All up on these kids
And y'all looking at me funny like
I split they fucking wigs, wussup!