Zachary Hill - War lyrics
[Zachary Hill - War lyrics]
We’re at war what’d you do that for?
I don’t wanna deal with fat whores
'Cause I’m not into fat women
I can barely see, I got bad vision
Cut your body up like
A turkey on Thanksgivin'
I’m gone fishin', you’re done livin'
Don’t open the door, I’m pissin'
If I got the cocaine sniffin'
You’ll go missin' i am so unforgivin'
Why you hatin' on the life that I’m livin'?
(Fuck you, dude) me and yo girl are kissin'
I’m wishin' a killin' would happen
That’d be bitchin'
I’m flippin' the switch and
I’m dippin' into the rich end
Gettin' dividends this’ll never end
Hear me out, my friend
I’ma rap until the end (Yuh, yuh, goddamn)
I’m on a roll
Too dumb for the high honor roll
People wanna see me perform at the Supеr Bowl
Well, at least that’s what I’ve been told
I’vе been rapping since I was ten years old
I’m 14 now and I’m still goin' at it
I’m a better rapper and a cocaine addict
I be sniffin' that shit up in my attic
I gotta slap it and pack it to
Rap it and I am mad at
The world 'cause it said that I’m shit
"I don’t get why you gotta rap like this
It sounds like shit" shut up, bitch
Before I throw you in a ditch
And you fall in the abyss
I’ma shoot you a couple of times
I’m the father of rhymes i can do it anytime
You can’t spit a decent line
Even if it were to save your life (Nope)
It’s so dark, better turn on a light
I’m finna fight like Mike
I have the right to write whatever I want
I’m a rapper who’s tryna differ
I’m finna deliver the silver
Liver to the giver i give her the shit then
She stabbed me with scissors
I dumped her body in the river
Durin' the middle of a blizzard
I knocked down some pillars now I’m a winner
I ain’t a beginner
I got bars like I’m Noel Miller
(what the fuck)
I got a pretty penny with some Henney
I’m finna get many Emmy’s no, plenty
Again, he is makin' raps in his bedroom
Yeah, you heard what I said, dude
I’m writin' with a pencil
Usin' all the led
Tryna reach my full potential
How many bars do I write? Too much
This is song is bomb like Aaron Judge
(Line drive) stop it for a second
I need to tell you somethin'
I’m finna break your neck and I reckon
I pull out a deck and
If you live in Quebec and I’m finna wreck it
Like my homeboy, Ralph
Listen here, you better check it
I’m gonna be harsh, I won’t sugarcoat it
When I listen to your raps
I don’t think you wrote it
It was pretty obvious and you showed it
I spit bars, I can’t control it
You can’t ghostwrite and have
That shit unnoticed
Hell, I even think that you stole it
Hey, I just had to expose it
I am the one who knows shit
I am the best in the game
Way better than all you lames
This beat made me burst out in flames
I got no more remains, except for the brain
I think I’m insane
I might just run into a train
I’m finna aim for fame, but I gotta exclaim
That I got somethin' to say
Big D looks like he’s Snorlax
He likes to eat snacks
That’s wack! I don’t approve
Get your ass up and move
You can’t continue to snooze
You lose, you’re too big
Oh yeah, I gotta remind you
Of the time that I fucked your bitch
I don’t wanna deal with fat whores
'Cause I’m not into fat women
I can barely see, I got bad vision
Cut your body up like
A turkey on Thanksgivin'
I’m gone fishin', you’re done livin'
Don’t open the door, I’m pissin'
If I got the cocaine sniffin'
You’ll go missin' i am so unforgivin'
Why you hatin' on the life that I’m livin'?
(Fuck you, dude) me and yo girl are kissin'
I’m wishin' a killin' would happen
That’d be bitchin'
I’m flippin' the switch and
I’m dippin' into the rich end
Gettin' dividends this’ll never end
Hear me out, my friend
I’ma rap until the end (Yuh, yuh, goddamn)
I’m on a roll
Too dumb for the high honor roll
People wanna see me perform at the Supеr Bowl
Well, at least that’s what I’ve been told
I’vе been rapping since I was ten years old
I’m 14 now and I’m still goin' at it
I’m a better rapper and a cocaine addict
I be sniffin' that shit up in my attic
I gotta slap it and pack it to
Rap it and I am mad at
The world 'cause it said that I’m shit
"I don’t get why you gotta rap like this
It sounds like shit" shut up, bitch
Before I throw you in a ditch
And you fall in the abyss
I’ma shoot you a couple of times
I’m the father of rhymes i can do it anytime
You can’t spit a decent line
Even if it were to save your life (Nope)
It’s so dark, better turn on a light
I’m finna fight like Mike
I have the right to write whatever I want
I’m a rapper who’s tryna differ
I’m finna deliver the silver
Liver to the giver i give her the shit then
She stabbed me with scissors
I dumped her body in the river
Durin' the middle of a blizzard
I knocked down some pillars now I’m a winner
I ain’t a beginner
I got bars like I’m Noel Miller
(what the fuck)
I got a pretty penny with some Henney
I’m finna get many Emmy’s no, plenty
Again, he is makin' raps in his bedroom
Yeah, you heard what I said, dude
I’m writin' with a pencil
Usin' all the led
Tryna reach my full potential
How many bars do I write? Too much
This is song is bomb like Aaron Judge
(Line drive) stop it for a second
I need to tell you somethin'
I’m finna break your neck and I reckon
I pull out a deck and
If you live in Quebec and I’m finna wreck it
Like my homeboy, Ralph
Listen here, you better check it
I’m gonna be harsh, I won’t sugarcoat it
When I listen to your raps
I don’t think you wrote it
It was pretty obvious and you showed it
I spit bars, I can’t control it
You can’t ghostwrite and have
That shit unnoticed
Hell, I even think that you stole it
Hey, I just had to expose it
I am the one who knows shit
I am the best in the game
Way better than all you lames
This beat made me burst out in flames
I got no more remains, except for the brain
I think I’m insane
I might just run into a train
I’m finna aim for fame, but I gotta exclaim
That I got somethin' to say
Big D looks like he’s Snorlax
He likes to eat snacks
That’s wack! I don’t approve
Get your ass up and move
You can’t continue to snooze
You lose, you’re too big
Oh yeah, I gotta remind you
Of the time that I fucked your bitch