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Now in my mothafuckin' heart I got a lot of real love, but my brain's unstable I just wanna wish death onto major labels I just wanna wish death onto basic cable And the fuckin' radio station to fake to play true shit Real music... kill the industry, bodybag it with blue lips Ohh shit, drop the casket in tulips 2 clips pop attacking you move quick! Woo! Gotta warm it up I'm guessing Cuz I'm flowing like I'm stepping with an AK-47 Semi-automatic, mac-11 weapon and eleven methods Of making medicine out of madness in a session Man my vocal chords are bleeding cuz I'm rapping with aggressiveness It doesn't matter if I'm hoarse I'm practically a pegasus You're looking at a lunatic, I'm bigger and sicker And every time I fucking pick up the liquor I'm ripping it quicker and I don't give a fuck about the gimmick, I'm sick of it This is the end of it, this isn't intimate I don't wanna underestimate the fact that I got endless influence I could probably make a couple children end up as idiots All I gotta do is settle and argument with the devil My heart isn't made of metal But part of me's just an artist And part of me is a martyr of marketing At a level that's arguably incredible Pardon the schizophrenia! Demons are always talking to me and I fuck em often Letras de cancionesMy feet are up in a coffin, not breathing not fuckin' talking I need you, I'm fucking stalking you Searching until I find you I'm LURKING I'm RIGHT BEHIND YOU I'LL MURDER YOU: ON THE BIBLE I admit that I'm a little loony You could prolly stick me in the psycho ward I'm thinking of leaving the planet earth and flying towards Heaven... Walk in, holding two guns up Since she's been gone, I ain't ever seen the sun up I lost my mom when I was 23 And all I wanna know is what the Angel of Death wants from me I wrote this song holding a baby she slept Now I'm hoping I can save her from the mothafuckin' ANGEL OF DEATH Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) Sin in my cinema get to sippin' with a spliff I got a soul it be sinister with the sick, a lot of shit I'm bout to give you the killer drama like Brian De Palma Who be the angel that got me flying? My mama Devil don't wanna see me tight as string in a piano My levels equivalent to flight when you see animals Over the aircraft and into the universe A lunar curse, when I sit down I'm ready to groom a verse In the middle of a murder I kill up everything I'm taking the title from the idol for the meddling with the metal head Nigga better go hit the pedal, cuz an angel don't ever give a damn what a devil said Anybody wanna battle I'm a decapitate I can do it the fluid will kill em off when I activate I'm a laugh a lot of em little lames when I lacerate Murder masses with my mic and my masturbate Leave y'all, with the tongue and these jaws I'm incredible haters don't wanna never recall That I come to beast all, they free fall, cuz we raw Nina be heavy you be the leaf on the seesaw So competitive they gimme the bucks They don't wanna step into me cuz I'm rippin' em up And all the people that wanna get it I'm ready so come on with it But if you a critic, we never giving a fuck, we living it up I'm in a mess I lost Maudie I don't want anybody to call me I'm really vexed and not jolly The shit I been thinking is ungodly Will I reign, will I stress? Either way I'm gonna aim at your chest I ain't tripping off the Angel of Death Cuz Maudie Sue Yates is the Angel of Tech Cha! Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) From Letras Mania