Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song War Machine, artist - Army of the Pharaohs. Album song Heavy Lies the Crown, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопWar Machine |
| Mutilate massacre mummies that’s comin' to maim you |
| Sit upon horseback with the skull of an angel |
| I have never seen God but I’m suddenly able |
| I was strugglin' with life, now I’m luckily stable |
| It’s like a long cold knife that’s stuck in the navel |
| Y’all are snake oil salesmen livin' the fable |
| If you ain’t never been to Hell then I’m willin' to take you |
| Death isn’t initial but I’m willin' and able |
| I will take your fuckin' food while I’m still at your table |
| The hunger pains is stunning mayne, feeling is fatal |
| I ain’t never gonna leave cause Philly is faithful |
| Tully Blanchard, Ole Anderson still in the stable |
| From the land of lost dreams and broken pavements |
| Kids get killed right where Edgar Allan Poe wrote The Raven |
| Our great granddaddy was sold for a few Shekels |
| So niggas will kill you for eyein' some new J’s and few pretzels |
| They might short a life for water ice, dependin' on what’s sorta night |
| They having, a stabbing in his jacket where you store the knife |
| Get your beard faded, A-O-T-P we’re faded |
| Vodka and Henny and then we’re blazin' |
| The weed I smoke make you make weird faces |
| More fuckin' grass than where there was a deer grazin' |
| Subhan Allah, give the hammer a draw |
| Years from now they’ll tell the tale about the animal Cauze |
| Gone! |
| Kill yourself, there’s no way you can feel yourself |
| We make it easy for you, this may help |
| So if you think that you can fix yourself — slit your wrists yourself |
| We make it easy for you, this may help |
| Kill yourself, there’s no way you can feel yourself |
| Yeah, we make it easy for you, this may help |
| So if you think that you can fix yourself — slit your wrists yourself |
| We make it easy for you, this may help |
| You in karate class, I’m cockin' shottys back (Yeah!) |
| Fuck a stash box, I just keep mines on my lap (Uh!) |
| Ring my doorbell (Stupid!), and you’re knockin' on death’s door |
| I told you I said, «War» (Grr), probably what you got on them vests for |
| The shooters on standby |
| Whoever said it’s gangsters in your crew is a damn liar (Fuck you!) |
| Look, all I do is rap and this gun speech |
| Lyrics I spit so hard, I chip my front teeth (Aah!) |
| That FN Five-seveN is a no-joker |
| Shoot a snowman in your front yard, you’d think I had a snow blower (Damn!) |
| Hyped for the kill, I run 'round amp’d |
| And after I fire them shots I’m doin' a touchdown dance |
| Yo, the flyest spittin' the murderous science fiction |
| I talk to these rappers like they’re my personal Brian Griffin |
| You’re lost into raps addiction, you cannot deny you’re listenin' |
| If you’re fuckin' with the Pharaohs, you can wind up missin' |
| Knowimsaying? |
| Reminiscin' on the past, as we drown in laughter |
| One leaks a meltdown disaster |
| Fukushima radioactive, holdin' cats captive |
| Spit raps with the force of a Bullmastiff |
| Who wanna test ES, hoping that he get respected? |
| Who really wanna step and get their neck disconnected? |
| Akita snap the leash, rough and ragged beast |
| On my grind like jagged teeth, Mr. Fantastic reach |
| Kill yourself, there’s no way you can feel yourself |
| We make it easy for you, this may help |
| So if you think that you can fix yourself — slit your wrists yourself |
| We make it easy for you, this may help |
| Kill yourself, there’s no way you can feel yourself |
| Yeah, we make it easy for you, this may help |
| So if you think that you can fix yourself — slit your wrists yourself |
| We make it easy for you, this may help |
| These Potholes In My Lawn is wild drawn |
| Got Me Myself and I from now on |
| Hatin' lust can only make a love child spawn |
| Now I walk, with this cross I bear to die on |
| Ain’t into holdin' grudges, let bygones be bygones |
| You’s an earthworm, I’m a Burmese python |
| We ain’t in the same lane — What the fuck is you high on? |
| Little alley cats ain’t built to eat with a lion |
| Crash through the fences, I ain’t reachin' for no pylon |
| Team is light work, trynna to fuck with an icon |
| Satanic spirits got you sleepin' with your lights on |
| Do yourself a favor, take this .45 to cry on |
| Shooby-doo-wop pop my switchblade |
| You ever seen a dead body overturned, bitch maid |
| Your bitch made… me a little sandwich when I managed |
| To leave her pantless and when she called my phone I spoke Spanish |
| Like, «No hablo inglés», sprayed it all on her face |
| Then asked her how them baby molecules taste |
| I make her booty wobble in place and bobble the bass |
| I’m with God up in space, got a lot of squads to erase |
| And every verse I kick, it’s like the worse I get |
| I’m sick, tell Smurfette to smurf my dick |
| My clique, holy wise men, Kings of the North Star |
| The knucklehead hooligans, that fucked up your sports bar |
| Kill yourself, there’s no way you can feel yourself |
| We make it easy for you, this may help |
| So if you think that you can fix yourself — slit your wrists yourself |
| We make it easy for you, this may help |
| Kill yourself, there’s no way you can feel yourself |
| Yeah, we make it easy for you, this may help |
| So if you think that you can fix yourself — slit your wrists yourself |
| We make it easy for you, this may help |
Artist lyrics: Army of the Pharaohs
Artist lyrics: Vinnie Paz
Artist lyrics: Apathy
Artist lyrics: Celph Titled
Artist lyrics: Reef The Lost Cauze
Artist lyrics: Esoteric