Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tongan Death Grip, artist - Vinnie Paz. Album song The Pain Collector, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil
Song language: English
Tongan Death Grip |
Yeah -- 1, 2 |
Yo Ferrigno |
1, 2 -- yeah |
I ain’t even think of swinging on you, that’s a reflex |
First one to test a mahfucker, that’s a G check |
Send this mahfucker back to God, he a defect |
A celebrated martyr, I’m in Luxembourg with Liebknecht |
I eat these (???) but hate bein' mad sluggish |
How the sayin' go? |
Good riddance to bad rubbish |
The ox all bloody, I stabbed him from frustration |
The modern Thor rapper, I crack 'em like crustaceans |
I was foul for a while, now I’m on some healthy shit |
Still I’ll aim this chopper at your head like it’s a selfie stick |
Riding on my enemies, I’m on my Makaveli shit |
Master of the arts, I’m on my Sandro Botticelli shit |
All of y’all is food to me, you nothing but a Scooby Snack |
This mahfucker lost he need to get himself a Google map |
Everything dirty money, even the soap |
This a Beowulf infrared beam and a scope |
Doma! |
This is warfare, get your guns ready |
This is warfare, hold your guns steady |
This is life or death, yeah son deadly |
A mother fuckin G 'til the sun melt me |
This is warfare, get your guns ready |
This is warfare, hold your guns steady |
This is life or death, yeah son deadly |
A mother fuckin G 'til the sun melt me |
I’m a lion and the lion don’t get left with the lambs |
And you might get hit with bullets that was meant for your man’s |
It’s no body cause the body under desolate sands |
And I’m mean to money, money, I’ma press up the bands |
This mahfucker think that he tough 'cause his man husky |
He gettin' what’s coming to him like he’s Sandusky |
The SP old and the records is mad dusty |
It’s a Mossberg 5 on the pump in the tan duffy |
I was mad reckless, behavior was wild rowdy |
So I just had to take that charge like I’m Kyle Lowry |
I will snatch a dickhead chain and smile proudly |
It’s kings among the king’s, possession and hail Crowley (hail Crowley) |
This is where the shelterin' stops |
'cause you never too old to take an L from your pops |
This the throne of God homie, give the seraph his crown |
And I’m bloodthirsty, it’s a new sherrif in town |
Yeah |
This is warfare, get your guns ready |
This is warfare, hold your guns steady |
This is life or death, yeah son deadly |
A mother fuckin G 'til the sun melt me |
This is warfare, get your guns ready |
This is warfare, hold your guns steady |
This is life or death, yeah son deadly |
A mother fuckin G 'til the sun melt me |