[Verse 1: El-P] To the mother of my enemy, I just killed your son He died with his face to the sky and it can not be undone He didn't die hard, in the end he just grinned and bowed Made him dig his own grave at the point of a gun While he laughed to the gods out loud And it made me want to jump... out a window And it made me want to scream Tear my face off run through the streets Pandemonium me, fucked by decree Came a long way from young and alive when I was not blind... Now I can not see Grace in reverse at best it gets worse and I wanted you to know: Since then I don't sleep And the uniform, tags, side arm and ID that I wore When I did it got send C.O.D To the HQ, note reading "this is not me And I hate you for making me make a man bleed" And before the man passed and his last gasp fled (and this is why I'm writing you now) his eyes gleamed And he pointed to the part of his chest that still beats Looked dead in my grill and then said this to me:
[Hook] There is a tougher colder killer A tougher colder killer than A tougher colder killer than you And he will wipe us all from this place You will learn to crawl You will learn it all in just one day Just one day
[Interlude: Killer Mike] I'll slap a motherfucker so hard his mama probably said baby you okay I just got a straight pain inside of my face, you understand me? Your dad should be ashamed of raising you suckers man, real shit man Your dad should've left home like millions of other dads did By staying at home, man, he only made you a tougher, colder pussy
[Verse: El-P] I'm the fucking Catalina wine mixer blitzer Wolf in a shearling wording shit twisted It's a lovely day to go Blitzkrieg, isn't it? Listen if suicide pacts are your bag try dissin him The blocked number, no star 69 Call, breathe heavy at your little sis, rock system Come with the loud talk, limp back whispering That motherfucker's no victim
[Verse: Killer Mike] The return of the other Insane psycho sick savage raw rap rhyme motherfucker With a big black belly If it get to shaking like jelly and the gun Don't jam, you're a dead motherfucker! Niggas say sweet like smuckers Peanut butter pack the motherfuckers I'm ashamed for your mothers Pause [comma] How I know your momma? Bad motherfucker? Double entendre?
[Verse: Despot] Mother fuckers don't know shit Not the half of the math or the sum of the quotient Get your cameras and focus to capture the moment I slap you for poking your nose in Globe gripped so tight that it's choking He got the whole world in his hands, hold this! Pose in a winning stance, don't get close Watch me with the telescope you watched the throne with
[Verse: El-P] Trapped in another bad circuit, twirk it Splash in another man's snatch, get murdered Paths get burnt and cut right through sermons I laugh at the priest getting deep in the service Last guy to the big guy in the sky Is a rotten egg or potato au gratin Head get him down, take a piss in his coffin Better off dead than let him keep talking
[Verse: Killer Mike] You better You better off walking than talking Bullets get to sparking, leave you in chalk or a coffin Lord have mercy on the family and they losses I paid for the roses to cover the coffin I move like Bulger, the boss up in Boston Caught him in a bottle house buying Mr. Boston Hit him with a bullet from a .38 snub Put the plug in his skull, hit the switch lights, offed him
[Verse: Despot]
What’s that on your shirt? Made you look Get jacked for your work, get juxed for the gold 'Oldest trick in the book like grandma’s hand on her cunt playboy centerfold Hold his dick like it shook on the block while he look at the cops and they drive past slow Keep the heater on ice, let it go, he was told that revenge was best served cold
[Hook] [There is a tougher colder killer than A tougher colder killer than A tougher colder killer than you And he will wipe us all from this place You will learn to crawl You will learn it all in just one day Just one day]
[Killer Mike] You ain't with this shit we with Bars of death, destruction, and violence What do I hear from you? Nothin'. Silence You ain't ready for this shit. You don't want this shit It's a prizefight. It's a prizefight And one opponent ain't showin' up SuckaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
