WarMonger Songtext
von Vinnie Paz

Yeah, hahahaha
Yo Fame, what up, muhfucka?
Fizzy Womack on the beat!
MOP! Fire squad!
Official pistol gang! Yeah

My fist enters in your temple like an obelisk
It′s blackness, darkness, abyss of joblessness
Everything you do is small, my shit 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 esophagus breed the evil that just demolishes
Whether or not you′re a believer in the apocalypse
Y'all shit 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 AR-15 diesel and blow your mom to bits
It′s hard to catch me, I'm Thurman Munson and Carlton Fisk
(Hahahaha)

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 (escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper (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 (escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper (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'ma levitate his body to the sky until he homies with Christ

Don′t even fuck around, son is a goon
Son is bipolar, alcoholic, son is consumed (son is consumed)
I breathe life into the sun and the moon
I breathe life into the most barren bloodiest womb (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 fuck with the kid yeah
(Hahahaha)

Music is motivation for me to just go insane (blratt, blratt)
Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged (blratt, blratt)
And, I′m trapped but I escaped it (escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper (that paper)

Music is motivation for me to just go insane (blratt, blratt)
Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged (blratt, blratt)
And, I'm trapped but I escaped it (escaped it)
By trapping in that trap for that paper (that paper)

Rrattt hahahaha
Blratt, blratt, blratt
Official pistol gang! (Pistol gang)
Faggot rapper! I'm not you, rapper
I′m a G! (I′m a G)
Hahahahaha
Fire squad (fire squad)