Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hail the Villains, artist - Reel Wolf. Date of issue: 19.04.2016
Song language: English
Hail the Villains |
| Living proof |
| Been itching to stick me in an institute |
| Distribute, sinister business kicking like winter boots (?) |
| Win or lose |
| The Devil’s apprentice without an interview |
| Minuscule, little fools you need to finish school |
| (Yeah) literal my ridicule bend the rules |
| I’m biblical criminal you imbecile tossed out the window sill hitting steel |
| four plates to a wind mill |
| To get a meal chemical generals |
| Center fold holding my genitals |
| When you dealt with minerals to snuck an individual, ya’ll dispensable, |
| I feel invincible |
| I flow with intervals that’s sending chills |
| With a call, pivotal, fuck you I’m on principal |
| Guns now it’s printable you in critical, clinical it ain’t liberal you minimal |
| typical run-of-the-mill you pitiful appendages ran up the top not rap I mean I |
| cut the fucking head off a cop |
| (J Nyce) |
| Stab you in the belly there’s a gut feeling |
| I love the feeling rising blood up to the ceiling |
| Impaling friends bodies unidentified like aliens tailed by the feds try and run |
| and hide my alias |
| I paid dues and debts but ya’ll don’t have none do it for ends, do it the best |
| do it to death son |
| Screaming hysterics your team will perish your girl leaving the marriage |
| kicking the baby out the carriage |
| I heard she miscarried slit wrist Mary |
| Shit gets scary with these sick script Sedaris (?) |
| What’s your grievance when your wife’s running interference keep her hog tied |
| tearing at your inner spirits |
| Your bleeding crew red beautiful redrum |
| I need to get fed I need to get some, some visions of purity (?) clarity ridden |
| of impurity seriously it’s clear to see there ain’t no curing me with surgery |
| (Mr. Hyde) |
| Your alive at my BBQ, you weak ass faggots roast |
| My foes get smoked like a fire breathing dragon’s nose |
| Yo I ain’t the type of psycho that a paddy wagon holds |
| I’m the kind that shatter bones, guns of navarone, magnum chrome Mr. |
| fucking Hyde bring the ruckus every time |
| Kick and punch all in the eye |
| You can suck a dick and die |
| Yo what happened? |
| You was rapping |
| Until I swung my fucking ax and took a chunk right out your back and dumped it |
| in a pumpkin patch |
| Now your cooze won’t let me show you how a pest is executed |
| (Let it be mess included from the ex abusage?) |
| The rest will get alluded cause the feds are very stupid |
| Two guns shoot up to your crew into a finna coupe de ville |
| Gas was sent to the immense for some pent up prisoners |
| Drag your corpse from my porch that’s left at room temperature the veteran of |
| villainism with the Devil living |
| A spitter of the triple 6 into lyricism |
| (Sid) |
| Uh, yeah, hail the villain Star-Screams a superstar |
| I’m the guy you love to hate driving sideways in my car |
| Coming down the street out the window looking super hard puffing on blunts |
| between my teeth like Al Capone’s cigars beat you with a baseball bat when I go |
| too far |
| Got a bunch of goons, shoot you with harpoons in the dark |
| Drag you to the back of the bar |
| Feed you to the fishes at the back of the barge |
| While my family’s still at large, you never got the heart |
| Cause I cut it out chop it into little pieces stuff it back into your mouth |
| how’s that sound? |
| Turn you over to the Clown he’ll hold a ritual and then he’ll feed you to the |
| crowd your time’s up it’s your ticket me and my whole crew lined to get wicked |
| it’s a sick feeling when you feel your being resurrecting from inside |
| dimensions within dimensions that get launched in space |
| (Necro) |
| Make way, the super villain I’ll split your melon |
| Dip out the building I’m a fucking bitter bully, killing |
| Mr. Freeze I’m literally chilling with a sadistic stease |
| Icicle biscuit squeeze I’m canonical like a bicycle field right by clipped |
| debris |
| Batman’s adversary pull out the gat man cat’s get buried |
| When I blast a flurry past is worry |
| King of the Rogues gallery leave you frozen like a pierogi (?) striking a pose |
| like vogue no ones in style as me |
| Scientist schizophrenic cryogenic low temperatures |
| When my temper flares people die in panic the winter’s here iced out like |
| Antarctica so cold you need a Cardigan South Pole hoodie North Face parka and |
| Bubble Nautica |
| Turn a super hero sub-zero Fahrenheit like De Niro in Cape Fear put fear in you, |
| frost bite cryonics preserve flesh and nerves resuscitate at a future date |
| when the process can be reversed from the hearse |
| (Kid Fade) |
| Fuck it, your times up |
| In a box is where you’ll wind up |
| Couldn’t beat me at my own game calling for misconduct |
| I’m head bashing rappers all my enemies are lined up |
| Then put they brains back together somehow it makes their minds up |
| What you find rough ain’t nothing I’ll make their faces shred keep your rhymes |
| sharp cause I’m walking on the razors edge in (???) pledge bring your death, |
| longer drawn out |
| To accomplish to a cannibal, softer rappers eat your heart out, eyes clawed out, |
| you couldn’t see me cause it’s hot out |
| From the heat I be bringing so better be relocating your hideout no men to save |
| you involved with a combo but a rapper’s with my convoy too crisp leave them |
| John Doe’s just a blind nose |
| For this killer who’ll leave you scared to write |
| You coming up short with heat I call it Fahrenheit |
| You labeled me the Joker cause I used to be the class clown until I took over |
| the world so who gets the last laugh now? |