Listen to WarMonger (Explicit) song with lyrics from Vinnie Paz

WarMonger (Explicit)

Vinnie Paz21 Jun 2010

WarMonger (Explicit) Lyrics

WarMonger - Vinnie Paz/Jakk Frost

My fist enters in your temple like an obelisk

 

It's blackness darkness abyss of joblessness

 

Everything you do is small my sh*t 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 breed the evil that just demolishes

Whether or not you're a believer in the Apocalypse

 

Y'all sh*t 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 f**k 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 f**k 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