Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homicidal, artist - Magic Affair. Album song Omen - The Story Continues, in the genre ТрансDate of issue: 07.04.2008
Record label: Nosferatu
Song language: English
Homicidal |
| Maniac the name is Swift |
| Homicidal the title, to take a life as a gift |
| Cold crush, rhyme, rhyme, lady, scratch, and even music maker |
| Bounce an’MC on the court like a ball player |
| Proven by the lyrics on the mike as I extend the cut |
| Making music, as the girls move and shale their butts |
| Suckers with the heart, try to battle even cheat me They can’t compete, nor they defeat, or even beat me With the silly dictionary rhymes they spond |
| When the mike catches fire, it will melt and bend |
| Then I’ll use the court as a whip, as I teach this lesson |
| I’ll whipe the knowledga in your head, so you can’t stop guessing |
| Who’s the best MC upon the MIC, SWIFT |
| Executed lyrics by me, will leave you violated |
| Make your body get the shiversq, eyes dilated |
| Suckers perpetrate, and try to dis me That’s why the suckers watching me like TV |
| Survival of the fittest, is very vital |
| Got my weapon on auto, boy, I’m homicidal |
| Dangerous, mike packing and ill |
| My peotry is my ammo, and it’s ready to kill |
| I’ll put your head out with a quickness if we battle you know |
| I’ll make you wish you were in prison, sitting on death row |
| Chrome plated, highly polished, and I’m running the joint |
| I penetrate, like a hollow point |
| Homicidal, is what I feel in my mind |
| I have 100 ways to kill you while I’m saying this rhyme |
| Perpetrators, can’t even compare to this |
| I cock the hammer, pull the trigger and dis |
| Sucker MCs biting rhymes like these |
| I’ll point my weapon in your face and then I’ll start to squeeze |
| Your mind get’s nervous, your face is cold sweating |
| Beacuse a butt-kickings, what you’re getting |
| I lived a rough life from kid to a man |
| When I think of things I’ve done I say Damn ! |
| What’s the deal, you know it’s real |
| Always feeling illy ill, my mind just says kill |
| I’m never wrong, then again I’m not right ya’ll |
| Menace I’m homicidal |
| Swift the name, dissin’MCs the game, |
| To dis a sucker MC is the claim of my fame |
| I like to grabthem by the face, punching them in the neck |
| Burning up their stale rhymes, 'till they give me respect |
| Cold destruction is a code, causing rapper’s commotion |
| Setting world on fire like a TNT explosion |
| Rhyme, not a song, I neither sang nor I sung |
| I can cut a man to shreds, or break a tree with my tongue |
| Got my face on a poster, wanted dead or alive |
| Reward tall duckies four thousand or five |
| If you want to take the duckies wish yourself a good luck |
| Cuz I kill in cold bood and I don’t give a fuck |
| Come along or bring your posse, play brave and the bold |
| I’ll be rocking, cold shocking, 'till I’m 80 years old |
| Proud and I’m black, giving squeezers no slack |
| I’m even deadlier then PCP caine and crack |
| I’m the mercenary, killing punks at will |
| I hate it when the brothers are acting ill |
| It’s time to get busy, and fight ya’ll |
| Word, I’m homicidal |