Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Death Warrant, artist - Sadistik. Album song Ultraviolet, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Fake Four
Song language: English
Death Warrant |
| Marijuana that I light when I’m alone |
| Reaching ultraviolet heights to kill the spiders in my skull |
| I’m a recluse, reçue, hiding in my home |
| M. Bison when I light up, doing spirals when I roam |
| With the buffalo, puff of smoke, get stigmata |
| Buffalo Soldier, dreadlock Rasta |
| I’m with the vultures, get some drama |
| Don’t believe in karma, head shot (BLAT BLAT) |
| Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead |
| Oh there’s three left in the chamber with the gun against the head |
| Russian roulette, one of ‘em's left |
| Left wondering, «Was it something I said?» |
| These motherfuckers run for cover when I hum a number |
| Something other, muttered thunder, hunger |
| For the blood of others, hunting, Hunter S |
| Junkie huffing puffing, under stress like gutter slug |
| With nothing but a stuttered des-tiny |
| Tiny ants dance beneath this giant’s feet |
| Rival me and get the iron lung for irony |
| Ire breeds, I am me, Ayatollah fire breathes |
| From the mouth of madness |
| Michael Myers when the smiles cease, idling |
| They talk shit on Wi-Fi bout the best |
| But their fingers stick to text nine times out of ten |
| Yeah, watch 'em die by fountain pen |
| A pound of flesh, and it better not be counterfeit |
| Die, die, die (x2) |
| You think you can take me? |
| Well, come on with it |
| I’m a sick, twisted fuck, I leave you tormented |
| So if you got a weak stomach then you better forget it |
| I’m a shark, I smell blood, it’s too late to forfeit it |
| Deading y’all niggas is what I do for a living |
| And I’ma leave a scar so you never forget it |
| Have you dripping out of windows, while we robbing your credit |
| Run it by me, you won’t be able to walk to the clinic |
| I’m a pathologist, Dr. Kevorkian |
| Nigga, I promised this, the Hip Hop scorpion |
| I turn all y’all kids into orphans then |
| Raise them as my own, shit that’s better off for them |
| I know I’m going to the place that’s too hot for me |
| Cause I’m a fallen angel, something in me gots to sink |
| Ain’t no way in hell I’m not top of the ten |
| If I’m not number one, I must be zero then |
| You dead in my sights, it’s over once I zero in |
| Dead to rights for try’na be a hero again |
| Time to sign your death warrant, nigga hand on a pen |
| Put your best foot forward, take it on the chin |
| Plus whenever I’m on track pain get inflicted |
| Punchlines hit your head, your brain gets shifted |
| I’m vicious, have you screaming, «Abort the mission» |
| Relentless, I like to see you hurt, that’s sadistic |
| Ahga beeba fee a lotta booby |
| Dada boba shabaland who be hotta? |
| not a man! |
| Who ever think different’s in lala land |
| Allah crammed scholar and a lot of K.O.D |
| Inside of my knot then bada bam |
| Strange Music, my gang ruthless we Bang you if |
| Lame stupidness out ya fangs true is the pain you get |
| From brain shoe kicks my aims lucid my name shoot this thang |
| Hang nooses we flame crew it’s no dang blue shit! |
| Sick with Sticky and Sadistik suddenly something shifted |
| Simple Simon suckas seemin' submissive |
| See us and some surely substitute sis’s |
| Chakratease spit shit psycho scripts is scripted syphilis! |
| You haters don’t ride on my dick but yo mamma there |
| She like to play in my goat she call it Osama hair! |
| So now you wanna go get yo llama pair and shoot me |
| I’ll die cause my insurance was fucked up by ObamaCare! |