Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WarMonger, artist - Vinnie Paz. Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WarMonger |
| My fist enters in your temple like an obelisk |
| It’s blackness, darkness, abyss of joblessness |
| Everything you do is small, my shit is monstrous |
| I murder devils and any of their accomplices |
| My brain function on other levels of consciousness |
| My brain function on other levels of pompousness |
| You’re listening to the bass and treble of godlessness |
| My thirty-eight will spit hate and level the populous |
| My esophogus breathes evil that just demolishes |
| Whether or not you’re a believer in the Apocalypse |
| Y’all shit is sweeter than two faggots that’s locking lips |
| It ain’t a rapper competing with my obnoxiousness |
| It ain’t nobody that’s equal to my accomplishments |
| The Desert Eagle is legal and it astonishes |
| The AR15 diesel and blow your mom to bits |
| It’s hard to catch me, I’m Thurman Munson and Carlton Fisk |
| Music is motivation for me to just go insane |
| Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged |
| And I’m trapped but I escaped it |
| By trapping in that trap for that paper |
| Music is motivation for me to just go insane |
| Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged |
| And I’m trapped but I escaped it |
| By trapping in that trap for that paper |
| Y’all know the flow is precise |
| You don’t owe me your life |
| But that could change one roll of the dice |
| And then money try to go for his knife |
| I’m a levitate his body to the sky until he’s homies with Christ |
| Don’t even fuck around, son is a goon |
| Son is bipolar, alcoholic, son is consumed |
| I breathe life into the sun and the moon |
| I breathe life into the most barren bloodiest womb |
| Y’all don’t know y’all getting stalked in the shower |
| Populism is rebellion over corporate power |
| Politics is just the talk of the hour |
| It’s a matter of time before they hit another office or tower |
| I don’t care, I put the gun to your ribs |
| And the Desert E big, it’ll separate mothers from kids |
| I walked around from Philly slums to the bridge |
| Been around the world eighty times, nobody can fuck with the kid |
| Yeah |
| Music is motivation for me to just go insane |
| Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged |
| And I’m trapped but I escaped it |
| By trapping in that trap for that paper |
| Music is motivation for me to just go insane |
| Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged |
| And I’m trapped but I escaped it |
| By trapping in that trap for that paper |