Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Picture of Anger, artist - Horseshoe Gang. Album song Firing Squad, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gracie, Seven13
Song language: English
Picture of Anger |
I got something to say, I’m stuck in my way |
Life made me this way, so mothafuck what ya say |
I be on that bullshit, cause this life is bullshit |
I empty a full clip, I aim it and spray |
Fuck the law, it’s the whole world’s fault |
I got homicidal thoughts, I go off and I draw |
I draw and I paint ya, a picture of anger |
Listen as I hang my picture on ya wall |
I got something to say: ay, ay, ay, ay |
See I’m stuck in my way, way, way, way, way! |
Question: Why did my grandma die before we could reconcile? |
Why did my uncle die before I got my record sale? |
Why in the ghetto is niggas questioning God’s existence? |
Why is Agnosticism so prevalent? |
God forgive 'em |
Why these niggas keep on askin' me if I bang a set? |
Why they don’t know that I would blow they ass to Bangladesh? |
Why these bitches keep harassin' me? |
I ain’t famous yet |
Is my 'why' not being heard like pronouncing the name Yvette? |
I’m destined to leave my mark on these beats |
When I ink in the sheets like the mark of the beast |
I’m a monster, and I’m far from a leash |
I’mma keep goin' as long as my heart got a beat |
Hot-headed with every intention to flame ya |
Gimme a beat, I turn into a painter |
All I need is my pencil and paper and I’mma give y’all niggas a picture of |
anger! |
Fuck a black chain, fuck a bad dame |
Fuck my deadbeat dad, fuck my last name |
Fuck this rap game, it’s full of AutoCoons |
I put that on my momma’s momma, y’all rhyming is why I’m a goon |
Y’all just rapping raps, this why I fuckin' write |
Success could add ten years to my mother’s life |
I been through the kind of shit that’ll make niggas wanna cuss at Christ |
So I can’t afford to let you touch me when I’m on the fuckin' mic! |
My fuckin' life, literally depends on a pen |
So a nigga ain’t finished until I win |
Ain’t finna quit this shit until I get in |
'Til my similes are literally sittin' in a Benz |
Cut from a cloth they don’t make no more |
Me against the world -- age old war |
Came in the door, able to flow straight for my soul |
I’mma go 'til I can’t no more |
Seem like my time stay cold like the month just can’t switch from December |
Seem like every muhfucka got a hidden agenda |
Seem like at times my mind’s so focused on dickin' these tenders |
Seem like my trigger clickin’s gettin' as quick as my temper |
Fuck y’all and keep the receipt, I’ll never take it back |
Seem like they ain’t trynna hear us until we aim a strap |
Seem like I’m stuck off in the hood, what can I say I’m trapped |
Seem like the world said fuck me so I say it back |
When I’m lookin' in the mirror and I’m starin' at my own eyes all I see is my |
pupil |
Meanin' my junior, only reason for me not to shoot you |
Some still don’t want us niggas to get nothin' |
So disgusted I could fuckin' 'url |
Yeah they call it 'Mother Earth' but |
I’m a motherfucka, so I’m 'bout to fuck the world |
Fuck the police, no justice no peace |
No peace no justice, no snub and no sleep |
Might die if you close yo eyes with no snub in yo reach |
Cause the bussin' won’t cease this is fuckin' Long Beach |
None of us is strangers to pain and anguish |
Maintain cause you know that what pains us trains us |
Anger, can make a nigga wanna empty his stainless chamber |
Put a mothafucka six feet when they grip heat just to change his paper |
My upset mood, don’t expect it to change |
My upset ink is depressing my page |
When I press on this page I’m expressing the way |
I feel nigga I’m never suppressin' my rage |