Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song State of War (feat. Celph Titled) , by - Esoteric. Song from the album Machete Mode, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопState 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! |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Esoteric
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Stu Bangas