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Death to You

Swollen Members, Slaine, Ill Bill, Vinnie Paz19 Mar 2013

Death to You Lyrics


Ladies and gentlemen it's time to hear my sentiments

I'm hotter than a kettle and my pen's full of adrenaline

I stopped takin' that medicine the dust is finally settlin'

Practice close to perfect nobody is rhyming better than

Mad Child spewing a monstrosity of anguish

Countrymen are tryin' but they're not talkin' my language

I rap to cover up the pain just like a f**kin' bandage

Emotions like the layers on a sandwich I peel 'em like a mandarin

These young punks I'm schoolin' em like Cambridge

Slap these appetizers I'm the motherf**kin' main dish

First they're on my mind but then they're fallin' off like dandruff

Now they call me 'White Devil' like Colonel Sanders

Sh*t I'm the fire on both ends of a burnin' candle

I'll retire when Jesus come back in a cloak and dirty sandals

Even then still be rappin' up in heaven beside the manger

Other rappers are in danger I'm the motherf**kin' misguided angel


MP4 REV I make the files wave

Classic tales of revenge my friend I will spit on your grave

Kids they got no styles today gray and white and red and black

When I attack I send 'em back without their f**kin' head intact

Think about that that's a risk battle axes bats and fists

Wilson Fisk rapping kingpin fastest engine three man blitz

The pits and pendulums of life are barriers to break through

So barricade yourself inside your house before I take you

Welcome to Lakeview it's a great view from the padded cell

Cannibal crush we will prevail and the misguided angel's bad as hell

Like the bat out of hell on a motorbike

With a spike on the helmet on the road to life

Give 'em the light little parasites Pacific Rim got 'em in my sights

Caught in the crosshairs you're gonna take a loss here

There's lots of air but you can't breathe and see it can't believe it

Your eyes are playin' tricks amazing that you still exist

You think you're Superman Then say my name backwards like Mxyzptlk


I spit the fire maniacal vile we’re wire proof

Die with your boots on and a gun in your hand I approve

My uncle would too motherf**k you

Motherf**ker motherf**k everybody in your crew

Or anybody who not ridin' with us to the fullest extent

Put you under cement in the jungle with debt

Smiles of murder and laughs of pain

When we were kids we'd act insane now we grown considerate the rain

Brooklyn New York they say we sound like crooks when we talk

And they probably right you probably get yourself juxed with a fork

If you steppin' correct though everything is copasetic

But most these rap though guys is so pathetic

We don't start nothin' but yo we always down to finish it

Humble to the rumble cause we handle our business kid

Nothin' to brag about we just built like that

Simmer down homie you could get killed like that


Hold up hold up police are on my dick they don't harass me

B**ches on my dick so if I'm married they don't ask me

I explode she swallow my load she take a taxi

Don't forget your cellphone and fix your make-up Ashley

I’m laughing watchin' you split talkin' your sh*t

Whisper underneath your breath leopard Dungarees and mesh sh*t


My bad habits are violent I need a padded asylum

(I'm too far gone) Thinking of departuring

My pride paid for what my ignorance was costin' me

The rep got bigger figured everyone was watching me

They looked at me the underdog I took this sh*t impossibly

Throw the f**king bottle back and toss a molotov on me

Holler back I played this job for keeps and made a boss of me

I reek of charisma can't get it off me

I serenade the whole world and sing it off-key


You see the guns is large the bullets hotter than suns and stars

Y'all are p**sy like love songs it's from the DeBarge

When my father died he put his f**kin' son in charge

And he was a G so that made me the son of God

And that mean nobody in my family is gonna starve

That mean nobody can trap me have me under bars

Boxcutter Paz leave you with a hundred scars

Cops on the ave evil as a hundred tzars

I'm a hypocrite sendin' mixed messages

The hardest motherf**ker you ever contended with

Harder than servin' 20 back-to-back sentences

As an apprentice to a life with no aggressiveness

They just make you a dead body on the precipice

Watch heavier than six necklaces

Rhyme sound effortless even though the dialogue treacherous

Keep the hammer in the boot behold the rhyme specialist


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