VINNIE PAZ - Death to You lyrics

rate me

Yeah, yeah

Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to hear my sentiments

I'm hotter than a kettle and my pen's full of adrenaline

I stopped taking that medicine, the dust is finally settling

Practice close to perfect, nobody is rhyming better than

Mad Child, spewing a monstrosity of anguish

Countrymen are trying, but they're not talking my language

I rap to cover up the pain just like a fucking bandage

Emotions like the layers on a sandwich, I peel ‘em like a mandarin

These young punks I'm schooling ‘em like Cambridge

Slap these appetizers, I'm the motherfucking main dish

First they're on my mind, but then they're fallen off like dandruff

Now they call me White Devil like Colonel Sanders

Shit, I'm the fire on both ends of a burning candle

I'll retire when Jesus come back in a cloak and dirty sandals

Even then, still be rapping up in heaven beside the manger

Other rappers are in danger; I'm the motherfucking misguided angel

MP4, REV, I make the files wave

Classic tales of revenge, my friend, I will spit on your grave

If kids they got no styles today, gray and white and red and black

When I attack I send ‘em back without their fucking head intact.

Think about that! That’s a risk, battle axes, bats and fists

... rapping ..., fastest engine, three man blitz

The pits and pendulums of life are barriers to break through

So barricade yourself inside your house before I take you

Welcome to Lakeview, it's a great view from the padded cell

Cannibal crush, we will prevail,

And the misguided angel's bad as hell!

Like the bat out of hell on a motorbike

With a spike on the helmet on the road to life

Give 'em the light, little parasites,

Pacific Rim, got ‘em in my sights!

Caught in the crosshairs, you're gonna take a loss here

There's lots of air, but you can't breathe and see it, can't believe it

Your eyes are playing tricks, amazing that you still exist

You think you're Superman?

Then say my name backwards like...

I spit the fire ... vile, we’re wire proof

Die with your boots on and a gun in your hand, I approve!

My uncle would too, disagree the motherfuck you

Motherfucker, motherfuck everybody in your crew!

Or anybody who not riding with us to the fullest extent

Put you under cement in the jungle with debt

Smiles of murder and laughs of pain

When we were kids we'd act insane,

Now we grown considerate the rain.

Brooklyn, New York, they say we sound like crooks when we talk

And they probably right, you probably get yourself.... with a fork

If you stepping correct, though, everything is ...

But most these rap though guys is so pathetic.

We don't start nothing but we always down to finish it

Humble it to the rumble cause we handle our business, kid

Nothing' to brag about, we just built like that

Send me down, homie, you could get killed like that!

Hold up, hold up, police are on my dick, they don't harass me

Bitches on my dick so if I'm married they don't ask me!

I explode, she swallow my load, she take a taxi

Don't forget your cell phone and fix your make-up, Ashley!

I’m laughing watching you split, talking your shit

Whisper underneath your breath

Leopard ... and mesh shit

My comrades are conniving, song static than...

My bad habits are violent I need a padded asylum

(I'm too far gone)

Thinking of departuring

My pride paid for what my ignorance was costing me

The rep got bigger figured everyone was watching me

They looked at me, the underdog, I took this shit impossibly

Throw the fucking bottle back and toss a Molotov for me!

Holler back, I played this job for keeps and made a boss of me

... charisma can't get it off me

I serenade the whole world and sing it off key!

Yeah! You see the guns is large,

The bullets hotter than suns and stars

Y'all are pussy like love songs, it's from ...

When my father died he put his fucking son in charge

And he was a G, so that made me the son of God

And that mean nobody in my family is gonna starve

That mean nobody can trap me, have me under bars

...leave you with a hundred scars!

Cops on the ave, evil as a hundred ...

I'm a hypocrite, sending mixed messages

The hardest motherfucker you ever contended with

Harder than serving 20 back-to-back sentences

As an apprentice to a life with no aggressiveness

They just make you a dead body on the precipice

Watch heavier than six necklaces!

Rhyme sound effortless even though the dialogue treacherous

Keep the hammer in the boot, behold the rhyme specialist, yeah!