Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Righteous Kill, artist - Vinnie Paz. Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Righteous Kill |
| I’m a fucking thunderstorm, you’s a light shower |
| You a bitch, you shoot and miss like Dwight Howard |
| You can’t battle the god, I’m too precise coward |
| That’s like Khalid Muhammad saying he’s White Power |
| This the machete that your organs getting sliced out with |
| The blind motherfucker in the village, Bryce Howard |
| My brain only function proper in the night hours |
| You might own a fucking label but the mic ours |
| My shit hi-tech, lord, like a plastic bomb |
| An asshole, I punch people with glasses on |
| Anybody disagreeable we mashing on |
| I only fuck with green and gold god magic wand |
| An encore is the only thing that you clapping on |
| I’m a pitbull, pussy, you a papillon |
| A bitch get a 40 from me, not a glass of Dom |
| I’m the G-29 in the assassin’s palm |
| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger |
| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger» |
| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya |
| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya |
| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger |
| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger» |
| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya |
| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya |
| It’s a righteous kill, I don’t do nothing but write and kill |
| Drink 40's, smoke L’s, push the white and krill |
| I move strong and fast, I have a bison’s will |
| I’m the motherfucking champ, I’m the fighting Phils |
| I’m from the city of the syrup and Vicodin pills |
| From the city the most fearless of fighters was filmed |
| The city where we have the most street veterans still |
| The Moors, Nuwaubians, Five Percenters will build |
| I’m from Philly motherfucker, the rawest it comes |
| I make your body disappear, I’m a sorcerer’s tongue |
| You live your whole life in fear that the torture will come |
| I hope my music is revered like a portrait of Pun |
| I’m paranoid god here in my fortress with guns |
| I had a void god, filled it with whores and with blunts |
| I ain’t have a choice god, I was born in the slums |
| I ain’t have a voice god till I slaughtered the drums |
| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger |
| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger» |
| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya |
| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya |
| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger |
| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger» |
| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya |
| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya |
| Yeah, the four-fifth is a melon popper |
| Hollow tips spin your body like a helicopter |
| Anything can move god if you sell it proper |
| And I’ve been through more viewings than a teleprompter |
| This is horrorcore beat, got hella monsters |
| My team’s got more Gs than a spelling proctor |
| Y’all ain’t never moved D, y’all are petty choppers |
| I got a vicious left hook, call me Eddie Thomas |
| But I’m raw with the right hand |
| Like Jack Johnson fighting against the white man |
| Yeah I’m about to shorten your life span |
| Evil shit can be good if it’s in the right hands |
| I make motherfuckers burn, you a slight tan |
| I keep a motherfucking urn on my nightstand |
| So wait your motherfucking turn like a hype man |
| I bury you with the snitches under the white sand |
| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger |
| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger» |
| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya |
| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya |
| All I hear is danger, all I see is danger |
| All you hear is «run, run, here come danger» |
| Shatter dreams like Freddy your thoughts rearrange ya |
| Stare death dead in the eyes, it’ll change ya |