Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Wages of Sin, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song Black God White Devil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопThe Wages of Sin |
| Yeah! |
| Heavy Metal Kings |
| Yeah! |
| — Look… |
| In the whip spray the block, we was starvin' too long |
| Windows down homie like the car was too warm |
| Slow flame, propane like the barbecue on |
| You’s a beta male, your father (??) wrong |
| This freebase like the shit on the stove |
| Tell this asshole, water wet, winter is cold |
| The drum look like it’s a cinnamon roll |
| Every bar sick, this is like carcinogen cold |
| We talkin' ‘bout the dough by the pow |
| All he get is two black eyes, coke and a smile |
| This is Abraham and Moses, this is Croach from the cow |
| It’s late in the fourth quarter homie go for the foul |
| This is Fright Night, I’m an evil (and?) abomination |
| Everybody die and I will dead the conversation |
| I never liked you homie I’mma keep it the same |
| This a thump tank, cop you on the street that you came, toma! |
| I’m like when Malachi York stepped off the starship |
| Look deep in my eyes, when I speak your heart skip |
| Put you at ease and release you from hardship |
| Cult Leader with the rubber I’m coming hard dick |
| Tough Tony get your Tinder only squad flipped |
| You little fucks don’t know me I have your mom clipped |
| Fuck politics, make you swallow a hollow tip |
| I’m like Spartacus if he was in a bank robber flick |
| A cross between Corpo Leone and Conan |
| Heart of a lion, back down from no man |
| Pop the extendo out the window, what you get for |
| Get your wig smoked |
| Your momma wear underwears with dick holes |
| Another day another dollar closer to the throne |
| Central will brick and blow, floating in a stolen drone |
| Fuck it we keep on moving like soul to soul |
| Half gun we travel on Death Row like the Ronin roll |
| Hoodies and Army fatigues, slicers with icepicks (??) |
| Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids |
| On the A train game I try to take your chain |
| Young thugs thirst for revenge we gon' make ‘em pay |
| All the sativa, having no father made me a leader |
| Depressed sneakers, (?) and broke (?) And fresh Ceasar’s (?) |
| Elohim, been a thief since I could hold a heater |
| This kid talks bold and fold pussy like Mike Siva ?? |
| I’m on the beach by the (?) pushing receivers |
| I’m on Farragut, got the new drop like River Phoenix |
| (?) with focus, when we pledging allegiance |
| My dogs at war with Satan, we all possess the demons (??) |
| Concern your grimace to head cheese and invest in the jet ski’s (??) |
| I come from the bottom just to make my punches on ten speeds (??) |
| Your man shitting takin' that green like land splitters (??) |
| Got hardware that rip through your skull like transmitters |
| Hoodies and Army fatigues, slicers with icepicks (??) |
| Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids |
| On the A train game I try to take your chain |
| Young thugs thirst for revenge we gon' make ‘em pay |
Artist lyrics: Vinnie Paz
Artist lyrics: Ill Bill
Artist lyrics: Heavy Metal Kings