Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Violent Rage, artist - Sicknature. Album song Nature of the Contaminated - EP, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.06.2016
Record label: Sicknature
Song language: English
Violent Rage |
All these other cats are dick faces |
I lift trains and throw 'em at airplanes |
Spit flame — switch lanes — my fist make chins ache and my spit could even |
strip paint |
I think great like Alexander |
Stop you in your tracks like a fam of tarantulas crawling up your pants like |
they mad at ya |
Crawl in ya mouth, try to spit em out, crawl in ya eyes |
Immortalize, get the blow torch, cauterize |
Torture minds, lord of lies, kingdom of truth |
I sound like someone tossed a thermite grenade in the booth |
Stomp ya head flat, penetrate ya brain with a boot, ya skull with ya teeth |
Roll with thugs, vultures and creeps |
Third eye wide open while your soldiers asleep |
Burst nines watch ya whole team explode in the street |
It’s the code of the street |
Here’s an award |
Fry the umpire |
Live by the sword |
You’ll probably die by gunfire |
(Sicknature) |
My rap is like katanas, severing heads in a splatter |
On beats colder than the era that buried the mammoth |
Spit magma like volcanoes that erupt |
And bring a divine pain like the hammer of Thor landed in your nuts |
Smashing them to dust, when Bill & Paz is on the cut |
You´ll feel like ya dived in a tub with a high voltage gadget while its plugged |
If you´ll snooze on this heavy weight greatness, best stay awake then |
Like having sexomnia next an AIDS patient |
All that happy rapping is dead |
My shit sounds like chopping off an entire kneck to play hackey sack with the |
head |
Crucial rage music, with a mood that would slay cupid |
I never kicked in the door, I bazooka´d my way through it |
Me & Bill produced Seven for Army Of The Pharaohs |
And threw these shit producers a party in the gallows |
We´re an alliance that solidly silence the comedies |
Spit is wild, a clear reflection of a violent society |
(Vinnie Paz) |
I’m only here for the money dummy get it and leave |
Ain’t no second chances here you don’t get a reprieve |
You better off murkin yourself or catch a disease |
Cause fuckin round with Vinnie you ain’t destined to breath |
So whether if it’s violence or a question of peace |
I don’t give a muthafuck you getting fed to the beast |
I use ya warm blood turn it from the bread to the yeast |
Walk into the tabernacle take the head of a priest |
I carry heavy shit let the thunderclapper blam |
Like Mitch Blood Green beat in front of Dapper Dan |
It’s only darkness when you go for the assassins hand |
Don’t even speak to me without the use of proper gram |
You a shook one pissin in ya dungarees |
When you rhymin on stage it’s only tumbleweeds |
I’m a death stalker yall are fuckin bumblebees |
You betta bacdafucup like you was Sonny Seez |