Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ready For War, artist - Alex Jones
Date of issue: 12.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ready For War |
And I will feel no pain |
I will feel no shame |
When I go down |
I’m ready for war |
I’m ready for war like Americans killin Viets in '74 |
You beefin? |
Come down no numbers needed, let’s settle the score |
I’m the general of war bow down lieutenant |
I’m steadily movin forward he talks and I cut his movement short no cerebral |
palsy |
Cause I ain’t into the empty threats and I ain’t into reppin a street cred |
Even with the MTs I keep my steez fresh, that’s why head c respect me to the |
death |
But if war comes, knock knock, I run a |
I ain’t lettin my mouth run at the cop shop |
Get your mouth locked shut all my mates locked up cause they ain’t gettin on |
the dog when the cops come |
So I’m militant minded, lyrically wiped, criminal life’s hidden behind it |
So I ignore the law when enter an enemy territory I ain’t talkin forwards |
I just spit verbal weaponry, I’m raw to the core |
I’m regularly movin more than a cornerstore |
I regularly wreck a track, all enemies better be steppin back |
Prepare to be takin shots like Kennedy or Hennessy when I mentally snap |
I’m gettin my energy back I’m a te-terror you terribly rap |
Get ready to be turned to a memory, put in a hole like ketamine trap |
Melbourne you heard I’m a raw beast |
Welcome to World War Three |
And I will feel no pain |
I will feel no shame |
When I go down |
I’m ready for war |
And I will play this game |
And you’ll all know my name |
When I go down |
I’m ready for war |
It’s over, this is closure |
Listenin to missionin position soldier |
Spittin cold no cliffs unfold but got shit concealed like clips in holsters |
Big shoulders training for war I may be crazy breakin your jaw |
I’m an M80 aimed at your porch, spit insanely bloodstained on your door |
I’m hating the law still run for my country |
Knock you off the wall humpty dumpty |
Guns forth love my money, love my rum and love to be grumpy |
See the enemy they pull a sin then the boom begins when we pull the pin |
Pull wool from skin at night to stay warm |
Turned alcoholic couldn’t stop it I stay gone |