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vinnie paz - death to you lyrics

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, n-body 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 f-cking 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 motherf-cking 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
sh-t, 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 motherf-cking misguided angel

mp4, rev, i make the files wave
cl-ssic 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 f-cking 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 h-ll!
like the bat out of h-ll 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 motherf-ck you
motherf-cker, motherf-ck 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 d-ck, they don’t har-ss me
b-tches on my d-ck 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 sh-t
whisper underneath your breath
leopard … and mesh sh-t
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 sh-t impossibly
throw the f-cking 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 p-ssy like love songs, it’s from …
when my father died he put his f-cking son in charge
and he was a g, so that made me the son of god
and that mean n-body in my family is gonna starve
that mean n-body 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 motherf-cker 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!

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