VINNIE PAZ - Drag You To Hell lyrics

rate me

I'm taking my own life, I might as well

Guess where I'm going cause the Devil's inside

I'm taking my own life, that's where I'm going

Except they might not sell weed in Hell

See I always have respect cause I always talk fact

The .38 and the 50 caliber hot, black

I always left with nothing but I always brought back

I always been a hustler, I probably go off that

Y'all don't wanna go to work with the boy

There's only two words that describe me: search and destroy

I don't think you wanna get murked by the boy

My shit is military, y'alls is like a nursery toy

It's hurting you boys

My team ain't even hungry, we famished

I murder everybody, fuck collateral damage

I'm animal savage with Hannibal's habits

I'll mangle your cabbage

I walked into the parish and I strangled the faggots

I hang with the baddest brothers, put their trust into Jesus

Run with brothers who's forty guzzlers, Islamic extremists

Ugly and ignorant is how they perceive us

I don't care, I'm trying to deal with my personal demons

Y'all don't wanna go that route

Broke motherfucker need to throw his throwback out

If you see me drinking something good I stole that stout

If you see me drinking in the hood then roll back out

On the real I don't want no one to bother me, cousin

Rapping just a little fucking bit of part of me, cousin

I'm just trying to have a drink at the bar with my cousin

I ain't mean to be rude, god, pardon me cousin

I stay strapped lord, gun in the tuck

Young boys act wild lord funny as fuck

I scrap southpaw sonning you fucks

Look at you lord on the floor bummy as fuck, what?

My life been defined by death

So I guess if everybody dead mine is next

My father dropped a jewel on me, time forgets

It's not as easily the mind forgets

Y'all know what I mean?

Drag you to Hell, I'm evil dead, you can call me Sam Raimi

These motherfuckers want a verse but they can't pay me

Fuck a funeral home, put em in the sand maybe

Y'all are acting like you're big, like you're mad gravy

Y'all don't wanna beef with the god

Don't have the brain power to compete with the god

Y'all should retreat from the god before you get turned to meat

Something to eat for the god, peace to the gods

I carry heavy shit, big guns, John Rambo

I'm a spot Russia like Pakistani commandos

How you go to war when you're standing in sandals?

Now you're dead and your family handling candles

Don't even call for a truce, I'm about to end this

Whole motherfucker when I call for the troops

Reservoir dog walk with the troops

And I burn this motherfucker down to the ground down to it's roots