Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song See You in Hell, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Album song In Death Reborn, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопSee You in Hell |
| Call a military transport |
| Cause you gon' need protection from the man |
| That cut your life span short |
| Pipe bomb with a short fuse, you’re right I extort crews |
| Your eye an inch away from the tip of this corkscrew (take that) |
| I’ma boss you, also an enforcer |
| Fire torture to ashes, dump your urn in a toilet (yes) |
| Of course I’ll double-clutch the burners |
| For sure I buck 'em fast |
| I might spill your ketchup or suffocate you with mustard gas |
| I’m a G, yeah bitch I is |
| A shark when you feel me 'neath fish eye lens |
| Scare your bitch-ass like the ghost of Christmas Past |
| Pull a home invasion with a Homer Simpson mask |
| Yeah |
| Too many niggas wanna be us but can’t be |
| Blue fitted, blue J’s, Jim Clancy |
| Plan’s skeet, a modern-day Meyer Lansky |
| Lighters by the pantry, the arson getting antsy |
| Fancy forms of filet for the family |
| Feast or famine, my flask full of Jack D |
| And me, pull the act behind the acme |
| The Stan Lee of syllables, the Army stampede |
| Ditch the whip, I’m camouflaged in a taxi |
| Actually the uncanny bastard got bad dreams |
| I can’t see what the future 'bout to grant me |
| You say it’s so simple, I ask why can’t it be? |
| Hitmen for hire, we got a job to do |
| Heisenberg-style, rig the trunk and make the chopper shoot |
| We turn a fuck off the duck sauce they just sweet |
| Flip it back tomorrow then we millionaires next week |
| See you in hell |
| Is anybody kill 'em |
| We gon' see you in hell |
| We train assassin guerrillas |
| See you in hell |
| It’s hot all year-round |
| We gon' see you in hell |
| After we pop these rounds |
| I’m Hannibal, riding elephant-back triumphantly |
| Scored the heads of the oppressors I’m comfortably |
| Taking a drone, blowing horns made of elephant bones |
| False idols get exposed with irrelevant poems |
| Nightcrawler teleporting through walls |
| As I shit on wack rappers like bathroom stalls |
| Made shrines of dog tags from the soldiers I slaughtered |
| Get the fuck off the beach, the sharks is in the water |
| Adult swim size ain’t fitted, made of human skin |
| Buffalo Bill, Silence of the Lambs again |
| That’s my bad, I shoulda knew that bitch was your kin |
| I spawned a devil seed busting off through the lamb skin |
| You think that beauty is in Acapulco |
| I think that beauty is putting three in your wee adobo |
| The vampire is godless is never seen in photo |
| My brain move at lightspeed you just seen it in slo-mo |
| (y'all moving in slow motion) |
| My heart dark you can’t see it through Soco |
| You motherfuckers is overrated like Miguel Cotto |
| I never talk to anybody, you dealing with po-po |
| I’ve been in Africa, but y’all only seen it through Toto |
| Vinnie rep perico, y’all is just equal to nodo (y'all ain’t got the raw) |
| Y’all dummies, funny style you like Didi Mocó |
| I’m Lucas Matthysse when he gave the beating to Soto |
| I break you motherfuckers up like we sleeping with Ono |
| Hitmen for hire, we got a job to do |
| Heisenberg-style, rig the trunk and make the chopper shoot |
| We turn a fuck off the duck sauce they just sweet |
| Flip it back tomorrow then we millionaires next week |
| See you in hell |
| Is anybody kill 'em |
| We gon' see you in hell |
| We train assassin guerrillas |
| See you in hell |
| It’s hot all year-round |
| We gon' see you in hell |
| After we pop these rounds |
| Coming for you motherfuckers' heads man |
| It’s over for y’all |
| We gon' see you in hell |
| We gon' see you in hell |
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