Danny! - Payback lyrics

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Danny! - Payback

[Verse 1: Danny!]

Smokin' sour diesel with Evel Knievel

Watchin' "Leave It To Beaver" reruns with twenty-three nuns

And fifty priests

Sixty feet under sea level

She-devils rebel and rabble-rousin'

I grab a thousand pounds of sheet metal

And manufacture my own guns

Makeshift artillery, I'm killin' these niggas

Fracture their nose, dun

Take Kidz In The Hall, toss 'em down a hallway and I finish 'em off

While I play a round of miniature golf

(There he go again!) Back on my bullshit

Smackin' new jacks in the skull with the back of my pool stick

Diagnosed with an overdose of Imodium

Made a bomb out of hydrogen sodium, strapped it to the podium

I ain't the hottest in the game, I'm the only one

***** nigga, you can runteldat

But tell it fast, cause I smell a gas leak in the furnace

I'm furnished with the knowledge to beat Copernicus in a tournament

Competition, diminsh 'em

ILLmont, finish 'em

[Verse 2: Allen Thomas (of iLLmont)]

I'm a mic device domestic abuser

With the head like a male Medusa

And weight of a Cruiser

You niggas is sore losers, true shit

I got your girl and I ain't even have to seduce her

Or pursue her

We lay back on the Payback

While your man's hair goes way back

Spittin' straight facts

With iLLmont up in the tape deck

Kid we lace crack

In the grip of crushed codeine

Got cats loud

Cheerin' like my clique's the home team

[Verse 3: KhalilWho (of iLLmont)]

+Look At Me Now+, no Chris Brown

Tearin' your shit down

That's what you get, clowns

Coming with sick nouns

And verbs for the herbs

Yeah the whole crew is sick, wow

We mob on squads, tell them ho niggas "sit down"

And on our job, no more calling in sick now

Still at the crib but, all up in pics now

Online stuntin', got a whole bunch of kicks now

With Mishka beanies on, scarf a whole bowl of Trix down, ugh

[Verse 4: EyeBeIllin (of iLLmont)]

I'm turning rappers into ashes

Knocking niggas out my ring, you'd think my name was Cassius

My devestating grammar has been patiently waiting

To demolish these faggot niggas while they still in the making, yeah

Payback, my dude since way back

Verbally touching souls, I'm making 'em sway back

All I do is drop hits, I don't know how to miss

It's Eye-Double-L and don't you niggas forget

I be illin' on the mic, always killin' some shit, yeah

[Bridge: Danny!]

Always killin' some goddamn shit, mutha*****a

Do you know what...do you know what *****in' time it is? (about 5:30)

Do you know what *****in' time -- we ain't done!

Who the ***** said we was done?

Bring the mutha*****in' beat back goddammit!

Who made this beat? (I'm pretty sure you did)

I did? (yeah)

Oh shit!

Son it don't stop

It don't stop son, yo

Who's next on this mutha*****in' beat?

[Verse 5: Olde English (of iLLmont)]

Play at ya man, wastin' with eight lines

I could count your verses and maim faces and break spines

Besides nigga, I heard it through the grapevine

My lines make you wanna retire, ***** the game's mine

It's Payback, so make that a message

To the faggot-ass proctor who's passin' out all the test-es-es?

Cause I'm a monster man, the last boss

Got a spell to mash your cool kid into awesome sauce

[Verse 6: Nihilus (of iLLmont)]

Word to Manson, you must've gone man

Lost nuts, yo you must've tossed your gonads

But I came through just to make your soul dance

See the whole ass of the ho, it's romance

It's Payback minus Mel Gibson

Took all the bars, now the sale's missing

Shell's hittin' around twelve victims

Now they gonna clam up

Mouths gettin' jammed shut

They no longer have tongues, you little wack *****s

[Verse 7: Plex (of iLLmont)]

I drop bombs on these tracks, cataclysmic

Raps with definition when I get scientific

I could polarize your photons and ***** up your image

Shoot shots with lyrics when I aim from a distance

Pow! I'm tighter than a Lifestyle

Ready out the womb so who's ready for this life now

I eat tracks for dinner, so when I shit I just shit vowels

Constant like a consonant, well who's the shit now?

[Verse 8: Felix Von Soco (of iLLmont)]

Better call your preacher cause I'm rippin' your whole choir

With a calm demeanor but the spittin' is so violent

It's Payback, if you dig it then go buy it

We the captains of the flight, them niggas is co-pilots

In this hip-hop dame and I'm boinkin' her like a thick chick

You niggas stay disappointing her with your limp dick

I hold it down steady but my mind's well lifted

It's that nigga Von Soco, the double-L misfit