Lyrics Angel of Death - Mac Lethal, Tech N9ne

Angel of Death

Now in my mothafuckin' heart I got a lot of real love, but my brain’s unstable
I just wanna wish death onto major labels
I just wanna wish death onto basic cable
And the fuckin' radio station too fake to play true shit
Real music… kill the industry, body bag it with blue lips
Ohh shit, drop the casket in tulips
2 clips pop attacking you move quick!
Woo!
Gotta warm it up I’m guessing
'Cause I’m flowing like I’m stepping with an AK-47
Semi-automatic, MAC-11 weapon and eleven methods
Of making medicine out of madness in a session
Man my vocal chords are bleeding 'cause I’m rapping with aggressiveness
It doesn’t matter if I’m hoarse I’m practically a Pegasus
You’re looking at a lunatic, I’m bigger and sicker
And every time I fucking pick up the liquor
I’m ripping it quicker and I don’t give a fuck about the gimmick, I’m sick of it
This is the end of it, this isn’t intimate
I don’t wanna underestimate the fact that I got endless influence
I could probably make a couple children end up as idiots
All I gotta do is settle an argument with the devil
My heart isn’t made of metal
But part of me’s just an artist
And part of me is a martyr of marketing
At a level that’s arguably incredible
Pardon the schizophrenia!
Demons are always talking to me and I fuck 'em often
My feet are up in a coffin, not breathing not fuckin' talking
I need you, I’m fucking stalking you
Searching until I find you
I’m LURKING I’m RIGHT BEHIND YOU
I’LL MURDER YOU: ON THE BIBLE
I admit that I’m a little loony
You could prolly stick me in the psycho ward
I’m thinking of leaving the planet earth and flying towards Heaven…
Walk in, holding two guns up
Since she’s been gone, I ain’t ever seen the sun up
I lost my mom when I was 23
And all I wanna know is what the Angel of Death wants from me
I wrote this song holding a baby she slept
Now I’m hoping I can save her from the mothafuckin' ANGEL OF DEATH
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Sit in my cinema, get to sippin' with a spliff
I got a soul, it be sinister with the sick, a lot of shit
I’m 'bout to give you the killer drama like Brian De Palma
Who be the angel that got me flying?
My mama
Devil don’t wanna see me tight as string in a piano
My levels equivalent to flight over when you see animals
Over the aircraft and into the universe
A lunar curse, when I sit down I’m ready to groom a verse
In the middle of a murder I kill up everything
I’m taking the title from the idol for the meddling with the metal head
Nigga better go hit the pedal, 'cause an angel don’t ever give a damn what the
devil said
Anybody wanna battle I’ma decapitate
I can do it, the fluid’ll kill 'em off when I activate
I’ma laugh at a lot of a little lames, I lacerate
Murder masses with my mic I’ma masturbate
Leave y’all, with the tongue and these jaws
I’m incredible, haters don’t wanna never recall
That I come to beast all, they free fall, 'cause we raw
N9na be heavy, you be the leaf on the seesaw
So competitive they gimme the bucks
They don’t wanna step into me, 'cause I’m rippin' 'em up
And all the people that wanna get it
I’m ready, so come on with it
But if you a critic, we never giving a fuck, we living it up
I’m in a mess, I lost Maudie
I don’t want anybody to call me
I’m really vexed and not jolly
Shit I been thinking is ungodly
Will I reign, will I stress?
Either way I’m gonna aim at your chest
I ain’t tripping off the Angel of Death
'Cause Maudie Sue Yates is the Angel of Tech
Cha!
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