Song | Merchant of War |
Artist | Jedi Mind Tricks |
Album | The Thief and the Fallen |
[00:11.38] | While you cuddlin' a harlot? I sleep with the four |
[00:13.74] | Official Pistol Gang, we be the reapers of war |
[00:16.35] | It doesn't mean that you welcome cause you kick in the door |
[00:18.99] | I'm the boss, why you filing grievances for? |
[00:21.68] | Graff writers use the thump out toys |
[00:24.21] | Keeping both eyes open for them jump-out boys |
[00:26.74] | I will body mother******s if they pump that noise |
[00:29.30] | Been down since Disco 3, become Fat Boys |
[00:32.15] | Let me fall back, let me take a sip at the bar |
[00:34.76] | Cause Vinnie in the hood like I'm fixing your car |
[00:37.43] | I'm the overlord, I don't need permission from y'all |
[00:40.12] | I get a migraine every time I listen to y'all |
[00:42.84] | Listen y'all ain't never live in abyss |
[00:45.68] | Where them hollow tip bullets spit quicker than Rittz |
[00:48.24] | The nine always concealed, I'm letting this ************* breathe |
[00:50.99] | Your body gonna be mistaken for Swiss cheese |
[00:53.68] | |
[00:53.99] | The front and the back, what you want? Where you at? |
[00:56.68] | When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap |
[00:59.06] | Where the blunt? Where the gat? |
[01:00.39] | Where the funk? Where the strap? |
[01:01.62] | When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap |
[01:04.36] | |
[01:15.93] | This another hell storm, point blank mail bomb |
[01:18.13] | The ambulance take you away and not Calgon |
[01:20.58] | Dirt ************* in a backpack full of Krylon |
[01:23.51] | Move rock for yards without seeing the pylon |
[01:26.15] | None of y'all could ever be on the level that I'm on |
[01:28.92] | Traveling trajectories with crystals made of ion |
[01:31.71] | Jeffrey Hunter need to find another place to die on |
[01:34.38] | I don't know what drugs y'all muh******s high on |
[01:37.14] | Whoever told you, you should do it, gave you bad advice |
[01:39.76] | I'mma put a few in you, then blast you in the afterlife |
[01:42.60] | You ain't even half as nice, bloodier than passion Christ |
[01:45.22] | You want a body? Give me a pen, a bottle and glass of ice |
[01:47.96] | I'mma do it my way, fish and edamame |
[01:50.41] | Chase a very fine glass of wine with a latté |
[01:53.24] | My music age well like it's related to Sadé |
[01:56.00] | Vinnie put a few shots into 'em like Bombay |
[01:58.75] | |
[01:58.98] | The front and the back, what you want? Where you at? |
[02:01.20] | When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap |
[02:03.82] | Where the blunt? Where the gat? |
[02:05.20] | Where the funk? Where the strap? |
[02:06.51] | When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap |
[00:11.38] | While you cuddlin' a harlot? I sleep with the four |
[00:13.74] | Official Pistol Gang, we be the reapers of war |
[00:16.35] | It doesn' t mean that you welcome cause you kick in the door |
[00:18.99] | I' m the boss, why you filing grievances for? |
[00:21.68] | Graff writers use the thump out toys |
[00:24.21] | Keeping both eyes open for them jumpout boys |
[00:26.74] | I will body mother s if they pump that noise |
[00:29.30] | Been down since Disco 3, become Fat Boys |
[00:32.15] | Let me fall back, let me take a sip at the bar |
[00:34.76] | Cause Vinnie in the hood like I' m fixing your car |
[00:37.43] | I' m the overlord, I don' t need permission from y' all |
[00:40.12] | I get a migraine every time I listen to y' all |
[00:42.84] | Listen y' all ain' t never live in abyss |
[00:45.68] | Where them hollow tip bullets spit quicker than Rittz |
[00:48.24] | The nine always concealed, I' m letting this breathe |
[00:50.99] | Your body gonna be mistaken for Swiss cheese |
[00:53.68] | |
[00:53.99] | The front and the back, what you want? Where you at? |
[00:56.68] | When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap |
[00:59.06] | Where the blunt? Where the gat? |
[01:00.39] | Where the funk? Where the strap? |
[01:01.62] | When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap |
[01:04.36] | |
[01:15.93] | This another hell storm, point blank mail bomb |
[01:18.13] | The ambulance take you away and not Calgon |
[01:20.58] | Dirt in a backpack full of Krylon |
[01:23.51] | Move rock for yards without seeing the pylon |
[01:26.15] | None of y' all could ever be on the level that I' m on |
[01:28.92] | Traveling trajectories with crystals made of ion |
[01:31.71] | Jeffrey Hunter need to find another place to die on |
[01:34.38] | I don' t know what drugs y' all muh s high on |
[01:37.14] | Whoever told you, you should do it, gave you bad advice |
[01:39.76] | I' mma put a few in you, then blast you in the afterlife |
[01:42.60] | You ain' t even half as nice, bloodier than passion Christ |
[01:45.22] | You want a body? Give me a pen, a bottle and glass of ice |
[01:47.96] | I' mma do it my way, fish and edamame |
[01:50.41] | Chase a very fine glass of wine with a latté |
[01:53.24] | My music age well like it' s related to Sadé |
[01:56.00] | Vinnie put a few shots into ' em like Bombay |
[01:58.75] | |
[01:58.98] | The front and the back, what you want? Where you at? |
[02:01.20] | When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap |
[02:03.82] | Where the blunt? Where the gat? |
[02:05.20] | Where the funk? Where the strap? |
[02:06.51] | When my killers with the pistol grip pump on your lap |