Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song There's No Wi-Fi in Valhalla, artist - Heavy Metal Kings. Album song Black God White Devil, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil, Uncle Howie
Song language: English
There's No Wi-Fi in Valhalla |
Yeah, one two, Pack Pistol Pazzy |
Heavy Metal Kings, Billy Idol, listen |
Trust me money, you don’t wanna get into a tussle |
He murdered over nothing and I did it on a muscle |
We need to be discussing how to hit another hustle |
The gun is too big to ever fit into the duffle |
This ain’t nothing new ahky, this is how we do things |
And I’ll be swinging Epps like I was listening to 2 Chainz |
A great white shark on top of the fucking food chain |
The accu-bomb range, bullets longer than a shoestring |
You talking to a maniac who started on the bottom tier |
Cut so many people you would think I had a barber chair |
Rob a rich motherfucker quicker than ObamaCare |
(???) front of yard in a driver chair |
Asked me for a burro so I gave him a taste |
And a blickie had it pussy getting sprayed in his face |
The AK have his body leaning like an endo |
He see a full eclipse cause I gave him the extendo |
One gun |
Line 'em up! |
Two gun |
Line 'em up! |
AR-15, infrared beam |
Line 'em up! |
One gun |
Line 'em up! |
Two gun |
Line 'em up! |
Infrared beam, AR-15 |
Line 'em up! |
The assault of the goons, walking to my author of doom |
An awesome assortment of mooks and all because of the shrooms |
My mindframe is distorted and odd |
Like Omar Suarez in the car bent, offering jobs |
Extorted the mob, got the whole planet’s cornered and robbed |
Got a pistol in your mouth like it’s corn on the cob |
Spit murder, purple date promos |
And live forever like a Cliff Burton bass solo |
Heavy Metal Kings, Despicable Me |
Step out of first class Air France dipped in Supreme |
Gucci chain, used medallion and the fistful of green |
My angels of death dressed like pistols with beams |
Rambo knives, my rhymes be dipped in fatigues |
Tour the world with my goons, we’re an invincible team |
My hitters are mean, killers and guerillas that scheme |
Killing machines ready to die by living the dream |