WarMonger

Lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, HAHAHAHA! Yo Fame, what up, muhfucka? Fizzy Womack on the beat! M.O.P! Fire Squad! Official Pistol Gang! Yeah [Verse 1] My fist enters in your temple like an obelisk It's blackness, darkness, abyss of joblessness Everything you do is small, my shit is monstrous I murder devils and any of they accomplices My brain function on other levels of consciousness My brain function on other levels of pompousness You listenin' to the bass and treble of godlessness My thirty-eight'll spit hate and level the populous My esophagus breathe the evil that just demolishes Whether or not you're a believer in the Apocalypse Y'all shit is sweeter than two faggots that's locking lips It ain't a rapper competin' with my obnoxiousness It ain't nobody that's equal to my accomplishments The Desert Eagle is legal and it astonishes The AR-15 diesel and blow your mom to bits It's hard to catch me, I'm Thurman Munson and Carlton Fisk [Chorus] Music is motivation for me to just go insane (BLRATT, BLRATT!) Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged (BLRATT, BLRATT!) And I'm trapped but I escaped it (Escaped it!) By trapping in that trap for that paper (That paper!) Music is motivation for me to just go insane (BLRATT, BLRATT!) Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged (BLRATT, BLRATT!) And I'm trapped but I escaped it (Escaped it!) By trapping in that trap for that paper (That paper!) [Verse 2] Y'all know the flow is precise You don't owe me your life But that could change one roll of the dice And if money try to go for his knife I'ma levitate his body to the sky until he homies with Christ Don't even fuck around, son is a goon Son is bipolar, alcoholic, son is consumed I breathe life into the sun and the moon I breathe life into the most barren bloodiest womb Y'all don't know y'all gettin' stalked in the shower Populism is rebellion over corporate power Politics is just the talk of the hour It's a matter of time before they hit another office or tower I don't care, I put the gun to your ribs And the Desert Eag' big, it'll separate mothers from kids I walked around from Philly slums to the bridge Been around the world eight times, nobody can fuck with the kid Yeah! HAHAHAHAHAHA! [Chorus] Music is motivation for me to just go insane (BLRATT, BLRATT!) Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged (BLRATT, BLRATT!) And I'm trapped but I escaped it (Escaped it!) By trapping in that trap for that paper (That paper!) Music is motivation for me to just go insane (BLRATT, BLRATT!) Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged (BLRATT, BLRATT!) And I'm trapped but I escaped it (Escaped it!) By trapping in that trap for that paper (That paper!) [Outro: Vinnie Paz] Rrattt! HAHAHAHA! BLRATT BLRATT BLRATT! Official Pistol Gang! Faggot rapper! I'm not you, rapper I'm a G! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Fire Squad!