Appetite for Destruction Songtext
von N.W.A

I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"
′Cause her son caught the slug
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
Remember the first nigga that runs is the first to get shot

Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me
And find the black and crack the fact
And take that shit back 'cause they don′t wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggas they're tryin′ to calm
If mothafuckers could get it, nobody would′ve fuck with it


Appetite for destruction
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit
Murder in the first degree a manslaughter
Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter
A whole city of bitches, that look sucked up
And the niggas is killin′, it's straight fucked up
Whoever saying, what I′m saying's for greed
Then I ain′t even what they're trying to feed
My appetite for destruction

"You guys know who I'm talking to"

The Appetite is tremendous, so I′m gonna spin this
Drop up some violence because they asked me to end this
Some trouble that I cought ′cause I was noisy
A nigga tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze
He took a swing for my head thought I was faded
Start runnin' for the door but the fucker never made it
The sound of the nine went "Bang!"

And all over the wall was his motherfuckin′ brain
'Cause I′m a nigga you can't sleep on
So set the alarm, ′cause I hit like a motherfuckin' bomb
I do damage with the nine in my hand
But the average nigga that don't know me don′t understand


I′m from the streets so therefore
You know I don't care for
A sucker that ain′t down with the real niggas, the niggas, the niggas
Yo, and that's the way shit gotta go, ain′t even sober
Any time that the nine wanna leave
I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war cuz that′s what it's here for

I shoot down a million niggas and shoot one more
And that's the million and one, they couldn′t hang with the appetite
′Cause they wasn't rappin′ right
So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
For fuckin′ up the essence, appetite for destruction

"Cops put a hurtin' on your ass, man, you know
They really degrade you, White folks don′t believe that shit
They don't believe that cops degrade you.
Oh come on, those people, those people are resisting arrest"

Check it out y'all, in the house y′all
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won′t you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
But first let me tell you somethin'
I possess to ten commandments of the hip-hop thugsta
Known as the thief and murderer

First one, honor thy nigga with an attitude
Gotta get respect or break your mothafuckin′ neck
Second one, always gotta fuck out of wedlock
I like it when the pussy goes snap, crackle and pop
Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any fools tryin′ to cause some static

Number four, here's what′s in store
A crazy ass nigga that remains hardcore
Fifth one, my kill has just begun
I pull out my gun that will keep me on the run
Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky
Can't forget that I′m mothafuckin′ chickenshit
To the ones who tries to play the E
By the time you reach seven you'll be six feet deep

Number eight, make no mistake
Move real sneaky and you′re bound to catch your prey
Ninth one, I gotta be raw, fuck any brainwashing man-made law
Last but not least, I must be real
Number ten, is my appetite to ki-