Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song State of War (feat. Celph Titled), artist - Esoteric. Album song Machete Mode, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.11.2013
Record label: Man Bites Dog
Song language: English
State of War (feat. Celph Titled) |
I laugh when you were shot, I think the bullet hole’s adorable |
I’ll throw a zombie theme party at your memorial |
Wet balloon fight at your wake and when the boy toss |
I keep 'em guessing it’s either toilet water or soy sauce |
First heard you name, I researched that shit |
One Google search, it just said «faggot» |
Y’all might have a nine to five |
But I put a nine to five fakes and burn them to the texture of a rice cake |
They sit in front of the TV with the clicker |
They ain’t even remotely hard so no regard when I pull triggers |
Let’s begin when I stretch skin |
And make a trampoline to span from the east side to the west end |
I’ll cook up the formula in my laboratory |
Next level bomb technology of unknown category |
The blast will launch your body parts to Neverland |
They probably won’t never land, maybe just a severed hand |
I spit it so rugged with it the critics will love it |
Haters try to one up it, the flow is warm I can’t touch it |
I’m crashing self and smashing pornographic actress pelvis |
Elvis in the building chilling |
In a Galactus helmet fucking |
Then give the new wave a budget |
Fans take the Kool-Aid and chug it |
They drink it up oh man you factoring rubbish |
Shifty rappers we handi clap fifty rounds of the filthiest |
Pound for pound we the guiltiest |
The way you sound is the silliest |
Willy nilly you’re killing us with that shit you ain’t villainous |
Real recognize real like we got the red pill in us |
We’ve been doing this since EPMD put that Chill in us |
Change the game and we will adjust |
Trust me man it was built for us |
You can’t censor or filter us |
Motherfuck what your man says |
We got peeps that will kill for us unlike Aaron Hernandez |
I take a dad in the Sable playing Cats In The Cradle and play him this |
He’ll go home and put an ax through the table |
Acting unstable cause I’m crazy and mentally ill |
Lock him in Arkham Asylum wilin' on Amityville |
Rambo and ammo to kill |
Polo and camo to chill |
Solo and manage to still |
Damage an amateur kid’s grill |
I will take no prisoners. |
I will… not surrender. |
I will… terminate Star |
Barbarian Jones The Butcher! |
This is valiance war! |