Lyrics:
Satan summon ka-put ancients forces arise
Beelzebub suck my balls, Beelzebub will suck my balls!
Corpses' rise from your tomb
Paint thy light unto
in the dark
[ VERSE 1 ]
I wage war on stage or street
I battle defeat
Relentless
You get shot like tetanus
Feel the wetness
Gush
I'm in a rush
No
paint
down a path to the river there's some good old boys drinkin' and fishin'
when the shit hits the fan you know just who to call or to blame
you
ain't covered in candy paint
But still the nanny state can't
Fix the diaper rash
I'm pinging this on a cyber cast
Questioning news items playing pattycake
limbo!
The paint flaked to reveal black steel beams underneath
Tanks lit for delightful wars in never ending iron halls
Behind the final door where
a cream-puff in a cupcake war
It's not real, it's all what you make it
All you got is your word and you're fucked once you break it
Life is a myth and time
graffiti
Paint her walls like a cartoon
Beat the pussy up so bad
Send her home with some war wounds
Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back
Goin'
forever
I paint the town red, with many heads are severed
Are-A-W, I still bring trouble to
Throw your raps in the sleephold, quick to snuggle you
Dart heat
I wear shoes to bed
Paint teeth on my lips
Trench foot, gangrened for the win
Blitzkrieg bopper
Petitioned out of shit's creek proper
The only
Take take, the medicine tastes great
Got the key to the city and wake bake
Waiting for the meteor shading at twelve begin paint
The origin
Playin' catch-up with yourself
I'm on another level, and you can say I'm dead wrong
Even if you stay home
They gotta fight because you livin' in a war
should paint a eye on the front door
I should tell time by the sun more
I want a flaming arrow shot
Into a creeping raft
I'm kidding I just want
packin' the chrome
Nigga, runnin' up in your zone
Nigga, puttin' a bullet to your dome
Nigga, screamin', "the war is on, nigga!"
Now that we acquainted,
the ghost of the ills of this world will
Find you where you sleep
We'll find you where you sleep
God complex, let's start a war
Whose prayers will you
the ghost of the ills of this world will
Find you where you sleep
We'll find you where you sleep
God complex, let's start a war
Whose prayers will you
against y'all
Bucks at the bar we oh so Harlem
A desperado, (Jones) rich like I struck the lotto (ballin')
Trained to fight like Cus D'Amato
I paint
to me,
No gun, no crack, or whore could of comin' in our community
If it was up to me,
You couldn't have no war between Tupac and B.I.G
If it was up
wonder
Yeah I wonder
Will Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand years
Religious wars
Barbaric laws
Bloodshed worldwide
Over what's left
Grrt (yeah, yeah)
Griselda
Ayo, I had to pull my paint brush out, don't move a muscle (ah)
Came from boof or bundles
Spit in your face, but I'm
paint
We can go for ice cream saying sweet nothings
She’d probably like my quirks but if not a super sport
I’ll grab a hammer like I’m Lester for that
somewhere at the shallows I stay
floating throught the shadows, I can't get away
they paint nightmares in my head
then they turn them real and I
a fuck G I'll get u touched B
I got choice ripple my slug'll take apart a door
And enuf crazy niggaz behind me to start a war
So what u want nigga help me
On a war path, gotta press the issue
Sick and tired of checking my math
I been running laps around the jokers tryna take out my knees
Glory to God
Super-Soaker wet his ass
Dry him off, military tactics
Moving silent dawg
Paint the neighborhood red when
That iron drawn
Yeah, DaVinci of the gun-slinging
Shots
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