Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Danger (feat. Celph Titled, Apathy & Vinnie Paz) , by - Esoteric. Song from the album Machete Mode, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопThe Danger (feat. Celph Titled, Apathy & Vinnie Paz) |
| Who are you talking to right now? |
| You clearly don’t know who you’re talking to |
| So let me clue you in. I am not in danger |
| I am the danger! |
| Couldn’t work with my bare hands but the Roscoe’s loaded |
| And I got it for cheap mayne in the hood Costco’s open |
| No coupons accepted just the loot and the bread sticks |
| Smooth the wet in your section boy from Tucson to Texas |
| Take a sip of this oil and watch it simmer and boil |
| Decompose you send you to the Devil have him employ you |
| Recruit some soldiers, train ‘em to be armed with a weapon |
| Conditioned to be calm and collected when it’s time for Armageddon |
| My luggage rack bent like a crater,(with what) |
| Lizard skin with tons of greenbacks inside all of that alligator |
| If James Bond was me, he’d be way more G |
| Trade in that Aston Martin for a chrome Bugatti |
| Go mach three blast the Tragedy Khadafi |
| thug cop a bird flock these doves hah |
| Natural born money getter like one of the Gotti guys |
| Conceited bastard, chip on my shoulder like Johnny Five (oh!) |
| It’s the Machete Mode hit 'em and I’ll bet he fold |
| You can find me with the deadliest of weapons sold |
| AOTP to the death every sentence gold |
| Call a bomb squad lethal when the pen explode |
| Bars are fatal I bash your skull into Play-Doh |
| I’m authentic like a Mako, you faker than Sharknado |
| Ian Ziering MCs interfering when I slaughter verses |
| Get jelly like Bobby bottle service haul them off in hearses |
| The flow is gruesome but deadly I’d rather choose epilepsy |
| Than check for a track of yours because that shit is trash of course |
| It’s so bad G I’d rather someone gagged me with a shake weight |
| Then date rape me before I peep what you laced lately |
| I don’t care what you say’s crazy, that could be lamer than Wayne Brady |
| I’m insane like smack your baby, fuck you pay me |
| Gimme the loot gimme the loot, but you ain’t got the dough you always float |
| You like my son’s Legos you were always broke y’all a joke |
| Honestly I’d rather jam out to some Hall and Oates |
| Or the last shit Madonna wrote or hear the son of a prostitute who tell mama |
| jokes |
| Cause listen to your non-dope moronic quotes |
| You’re a rat, call your folks I leave your girl’s pajamas soaked |
| Cut out the racket… you ratchet… I'll beat you ragged |
| I’m a rabid dungeon dragon that’s droolin' battery acid |
| I’m ravenous, Ap is savage my raps are the most blasphemous |
| Black magic or Black Sabbath singin' bible passages |
| Pass the shotty, I smash atoms and body bag 'em |
| It’s either that, or I’m lettin bionic Rotti’s at 'em |
| The most radical, rappers get out ya riot gear |
| They’re lightin' fires and burnin bodies when I appear |
| Rappers get attracted like Dracula to a trachea |
| Tragic when hemophiliacs travel through Transylvania |
| Transporter beams set to the wrong coordinates |
| I’ll teleport ya body organs out ya body, orbiting… |
| Your abdomen like ornaments torturing poor misfortunate |
| Formerly living opponents… you rappers are rodents |
| I have components for global thermo nuclear war |
| Inside my brain you know my name, bitch…*shall we play a game* |
| Aiming like Soviets in the 80's Diplomats in old Mercedes |
| Selection of several ladies with sections of cities |
| Locked… Iron Curtain for certain squirtin' my sperm |
| Dick as big as a Dune worm in virgins |
| Jesus, what was I thinking? |
| You clearly don’t know who you’re talking to |
| So let me clue you in. I am not in danger |
| I am the danger! |
| A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? |
| No. I am the one who knocks! |
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Esoteric
Lyrics of the artist's songs: Stu Bangas