Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prince of Vengeance, artist - C-Lance. Album song Prince of Vengeance, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.04.2015
Record label: Dirty Version
Song language: English
Prince of Vengeance |
Telekinetics ain’t strong enough to move me |
Two tsunami’s couldn’t do me |
Plus I’m prominently promising I’m ominous and moody |
Like a comet when he’s shooting, bombing on the run and cruising |
With some hydroponic chronic marijuana in his hoopty |
An anomaly abusing a conglomerate of groupies |
Like piranhas now you honor with klonopin and roofies |
And I’ll dominate a booty like it’s Monica Bellucci’s |
Make her pussy walls collapse, I’m Osama to the coochie |
I’m Obama to this music, it’s too fucked to change now |
Growing novocaine emotion flow and throwing flames out |
Plus my voltage and velocity will blow your brains out |
Just like Superman if he had came in Lois Lane’s mouth |
No one colder came to go through pain and soak up game now |
Known to blow your frame, you broke a tank and cobra came out |
Hope this music shit finally pays off and I make checks |
Or I’m stuck in drug stores buying shit to make meth |
Motherfucker |
Practitioners of Solomon’s magic are not Satanists who make pacts with the |
Devil, they are spiritual explorers in the deep caverns of the mind |
Mind torture, make a House of Pain out your brain |
And when the scalpel shave it’s redder than a Falcon’s game |
Douse out the flames with turpentine I work for mine |
Why I need a biscuit? |
This razor will murk you fine |
Time to get nice, it feels right that I’m a boss |
Autograph tracks with my signature flow (of course) |
All I need is a 30-minute TV ad |
Before and after pictures, naked bitches toking weed sacks |
With the seat back (uh) in the Audi A8 |
My EPK is mean with PPK’s and Dead Presidents face paint |
The feds knock pictures but they throw the book at me |
So I’m Sasquatch, see me get a good look at me (that's him!) |
Your Commodore-64 raps are under process |
I’m the W.O.P.R. |
mainframe from War Games here to play chess |
Get gas, yeah the hunt is on |
Twin shotty so don’t need to know which side the pump is on |
These are the secrets of a lost art, by which Wizards and Warlocks of olden |
times evoked Holy Angels and evil lesser spirits |
Bipolar, cold and hot, cold as Minnesota twat |
Colder than a kid who took the safety off a loaded Glock |
Rode a lot, globe I trot |
Thinking 'bout the shows I rocked |
Strange bitches all in my bed like fucking Goldilocks |
No one’s got shit on Dirty Version, I’m serious |
I’m accustomed to custom and I say fuck just to hear the shit |
And I’m crushing you fuckers and leave you stuck in delirium |
Throw the towel in like we 'bout to fuck on her period |
Oh! |
What the fuck! |
(I'm sorry!) that’s my mom’s favorite beach towel! |
(I didn’t know) You gotta tell me when this shit is going on man it looks like |
I smashed a Jelly Roll in my face! |