The Wrath

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Swifty McVay] You done feel this wrath It makes me laugh How it's easy to snatch your cash with no mask An evil demeanor Levi jeans and flip flops With a bloody wife beater, see me In front of your house cheezing Squeezing a pistol In the other hand it's a pitchfork I'll hit ya with accurate precision That means I ain't missing I specialize in splitting wigs from a far distance Twenty years, I can spot a bitch nigga by listening To his tone and rhythm, stop kiddin' You ain't hitting nothing I could interrupt your session In the push of a button While you up in the booth cussing and fronting Your shit won't happen While I'm grabbing a mag you reach for your pen and pad Nigga I ain't no bitch I break the mic over your head while your engineer is screaming in high pitch [Chorus: Danny Diablo] Kill 'em dead Kill 'em dead Kill 'em dead Kill 'em dead Gunshot blast Pay respect when you see the king This taste of blood will be your offering Time is money so put on your mask Feel the wrath of the shotgun blast [Verse 2: Diabolic] After years of evolution moving inches My DNA evolved to a superhuman sickness Short circuit in my brain A few computer glitches Act a fool, snatching jewels and crucifixes In the music business, eating some crumbs Creeping the slums Waiting for the reaper to come Mix weed in my lungs with a liter of rum And I'm possessed by a demon speaking in tongues Unforgettable dope twice the medical dose Got you feeling the beat like you're checking it's pulse Expecting results, no federal notes Hoes ripping off their clothes like The Incredible Hulk So I'm letting the folks know I'm usually calm Burning trees like Napalm through Vietnam A short fuse wired to a nuclear bomb Smacking prima donnas out their Louis Vuitton, it's on [Chorus: Danny Diablo] Kill 'em dead Kill 'em dead Kill 'em dead Kill 'em dead Gunshot blast Pay respect when you see the team This taste of blood will be our offering Time is money so put on your mask Feel the wrath of the shotgun blast [Verse 3: Sean Strange] Yo, hey yo your girl a fat dirty whore, I would never marry her (Nope!) They never go to your door like a letter carrier Break a barrier, my foot in the door While you rappers smoking good weed that you couldn't afford Ordinary born on a Friday night maybe what you've heard Braggin' that you got a hit record only your crew heard You can't find a fan that even know your name Operate, shoot the gift and lift your brain up your shoulder blade Made in America, I'm better when I move calmly If you harm me, I come and vomit at your pool party No tool on me, homie, read the rhyme I got more views on one vid than your team combined Sean Michael, the ideal type, you should have me in black For the talent that I got, now I carry a track Charge my battery pack, attack the game with the threat emotion Prepare the potion, it's rare and potent [Chorus: Danny Diablo] Kill 'em dead Kill 'em dead Kill 'em dead Kill 'em dead Gunshot blast Pay respect when you see the team This taste of blood will be our offering Time is money so put on your mask Feel the wrath of the shotgun blast