Death to You-Vinnie Paz/Swollen Members/Ill Bill/Slaine

Death to You (feat. Swollen Members, ILL BILL & Slaine) - Vinnie Paz (feat. Ill Bill, Slaine & Vinnie Paz) [Verse 1: Mad Child] Ladies and gentlemen, it's time to hear my sentiments I'm hotter than a kettle and my pen's full of adrenaline I stopped takin' that medicine, the dust is finally settlin' Practice close to perfect, nobody is rhyming better than Mad Child, spewing a monstrosity of anguish Countrymen are tryin', but they're not talkin' my language I rap to cover up the pain just like a f**kin' bandage Emotions like the layers on a sandwich, I peel 'em like a mandarin These young punks, I'm schoolin' em like Cambridge Slap these appetizers, I'm the motherf**kin' main dish First they're on my mind, but then they're fallin' off like dandruff Now they call me 'White Devil' like Colonel Sanders Sh*t, I'm the fire on both ends of a burnin' candle I'll retire when Jesus come back in a cloak and dirty sandals Even then, still be rappin' up in heaven beside the manger Other rappers are in danger, I'm the motherf**kin' misguided angel [Verse 2: Prevail] MP4, REV, I make the files wave Classic tales of revenge, my friend, I will spit on your grave Kids they got no styles today, gray and white and red and black When I attack I send 'em back without their f**kin' head intact Think about that, that's a risk, battle axes, bats and fists Wilson Fisk, rapping kingpin, fastest engine, three man blitz The pits and pendulums of life are barriers to break through So barricade yourself inside your house before I take you Welcome to Lakeview, it's a great view from the padded cell Cannibal crush, we will prevail and the misguided angel's bad as hell Like the bat out of hell on a motorbike With a spike on the helmet on the road to life Give 'em the light, little parasites, Pacific Rim, got 'em in my sights Caught in the crosshairs, you're gonna take a loss here There's lots of air but you can't breathe and see it, can't believe it Your eyes are playin' tricks, amazing that you still exist You think you're Superman? Then say my name backwards like Mxyzptlk [Verse 3: Ill Bill] I spit the fire maniacal vile, we’re wire proof Die with your boots on and a gun in your hand, I approve My uncle would too, motherf**k you Motherf**ker, motherf**k everybody in your crew Or anybody who not ridin' with us to the fullest extent Put you under cement in the jungle with debt Smiles of murder and laughs of pain When we were kids we'd act insane, now we grown considerate the rain Brooklyn, New York, they say we sound like crooks when we talk And they probably right, you probably get yourself juxed with a fork If you steppin' correct, though, everything is copasetic But most these rap though guys is so pathetic We don't start nothin' but yo, we always down to finish it Humble to the rumble cause we handle our business, kid Nothin' to brag about, we just built like that Simmer down, homie, you could get killed like that [Verse 4: Slaine] Hold up, hold up, police are on my dick, they don't harass me B**ches on my dick so if I'm married they don't ask me I explode, she swallow my load, she take a taxi Don't forget your cellphone and fix your make-up, Ashley I’m laughing watchin' you split, talkin' your sh*t Whisper underneath your breath leopard Dungarees and mesh sh*t My comrades are conniving, [?] My bad habits are violent I need a padded asylum (I'm too far gone) Thinking of departuring My pride paid for what my ignorance was costin' me The rep got bigger figured everyone was watching me They looked at me, the underdog, I took this sh*t impossibly Throw the f**king bottle back and toss a molotov on me Holler back, I played this job for keeps and made a boss of me I reek of charisma can't get it off me I serenade the whole world and sing it off-key [Verse 5: Vinnie Paz] You see the guns is large, the bullets hotter than suns and stars Y'all are p**sy like love songs, it's from the DeBarge When my father died he put his f**kin' son in charge And he was a G so that made me the son of God And that mean nobody in my family is gonna starve That mean nobody can trap me, have me under bars Boxcutter Paz leave you with a hundred scars Cops on the ave, evil as a hundred tzars I'm a hypocrite, sendin' mixed messages The hardest motherf**ker you ever contended with Harder than servin' 20 back-to-back sentences As an apprentice to a life with no aggressiveness They just make you a dead body on the precipice Watch heavier than six necklaces Rhyme sound effortless, even though the dialogue treacherous Keep the hammer in the boot, behold the rhyme specialist