Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Evil Deeds , by - RZA. Release date: 29.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Evil Deeds |
| People have told me |
| You have ways of killing without dealing a mob |
| Well so have I |
| Yeah, come on, what’s the deal? |
| Yo, pockets is fat like the Good Year blimp |
| Hollow heads is sterilized in paroxide, waiting for you |
| Faggot niggas to jump off, your bullshit throne |
| So I can offer you a tummy tuck |
| See your stomach is stapled, it’s on |
| It’s dangerous down my alley, dog |
| It’s like the halls and I’m outy, dog |
| Hear the shanks scratching the gate? |
| See the god Tone standing here for dolo, give you an '89 whooping |
| Leave your body looking like you was raped |
| And don’t ever come at me sideways, hands in your pocket |
| Cuz I will turn to Steven Segal, rip your arm out your socket |
| Ya’ll little niggas watch it, I do this for free |
| Knocking rappers out, trust me, over a clown, I’m not here to make a profit |
| Nigga, if this was the arts, it be the best kung fu |
| And I’m Tone Yao Chin, serving ya’ll wonton soup |
| I do shit like disarm a group, drink a 40 with him |
| And tell ya’ll niggas stay the fuck out my loot |
| My nina, my nine-ah, Medina, marauder |
| Sabrina, discard her, redeem her, for Allah |
| Supreme architecture, the beat spark connector |
| Inject in my serum, infiltrate in your sector |
| Bobby Steels keep steels concealed, be still |
| Leave you fifty shot banana clips with free refils |
| Guns bursting, one person is curtains for certain |
| Most often fill coffins, no nursing or surgeons |
| Is needed, bloods depleated, your body deleted |
| Like unsaved wav files, no way to retrive it |
| Best believe it, frosting the cat |
| I remember that, my moms put gunpowder inside my Similac |
| My brain is untamed, some claim, that’s stunning strangers |
| Cuz of my basement, I keep studios in gun ranges |
| Plus, I got more G’s than Sicily |
| Pizzeria rotisserie, burn MC’s out they misery |
| Aiyo, Ghost, these niggas pussy, mind that take mine |
| I feel you, form on 'em, yeah, I ain’t sharping nothing |
| I put it in they mouth, I have a nigga kiss the nine |
| I be mellow, next minute flip, like I just sniffed a line |
| Ya’ll never commited crimes, your rap line forgery |
| Niggas want war, I invite all cordialy |
| They assed out morally, how they in skinny jeans |
| And never fix they mouth to even fucking go to war with me |
| Oh, that’s how you feel, then handle that accordingly |
| Lay 'em out, bounce before the jake is even on to me |
| Lay back in the crib, your bitch give me orally |
| I don’t want beef, I’m like Pookie, this is caling me |
| I ain’t with that Twitter shit, nigga try to follow me |
| Watch you get hit like the Mega Million lottery |
| I don’t got time to be, playing with you faggots |
| I’mma show you muthafuckas why the call me Havoc, H |
| So, these killings |
| When are they gonna come to an end? |
| Will he ever finish? |
| Probably the next to see, he must find the Lizard |
| You just asked me, when will it end? |
| Hahahahaha, well let me tell you |
| Once an evil deed is done, then it never ends |
| It goes on, and it will go on forever… |