death wish lyrics – kool g. rap

(“rappers go six feat under”) (repeat 4x)
you’re scared straight as soon as g rap penetrates
you wanna escape, but you got a date to meet fate
run for your life when i’m starting
suckers are getting turned to missing motherf*ckers on a milk carton
danger, when i rearrange and change a face, ace
you’re being replaced by a stranger
i injure, and escape like a ninja
you got struck by a f*cking revenger
a bullet inserted in your head, a shot got
murdered, n*body seen sh*t, n*body heard it
f*ck around, the price is more than mcdonald’s pays
and you can sing my blues to billie holiday
put your *ss in my path and i’m a blast it
mind over matter, i burn like battery acid
terrorizing, sizing up the guys-a
finger on trigger, when i pull it, a bullet flys in
g’s a madman, came from the badlands
crush n*gg*s in my bare hands like beer cans
leaving a gash like the new york slasher
showing my inches in a trench like a flasher
you got a problem, i’m a problem solver
solve more problems with a .357 revolver
come near you pay dearly
and i can barely hear when you talk so speak up clearly
on a sole role, the golden mic holder
and i flatten your *ss just like a steam roller
pity for n*gg*s i waste
try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace
i got your *ss on target
you got beef? you better save it for the motherf*cking meat market
rhymes choke you like a headlock
if a sucker’s asleep, i turn his sh*t into bedrock
come on son, get done in
n*gg*s are running like the redcoats is coming
i enlist punk n*gg*s that want some of this
and what’s left is the breath of a death wish
(“rappers go six feat under”) (repeat 4x)
a pimp that loves shrimps and lobster
and for a hobby i’m hitting n*gg*s up like a mobster
i got a story for each little poor territory
the ghetto glory in all categories
the death threats i received from the head vests
i’m riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a dead pet
the troop that stoops to brutality
giving all nationalities a taste of reality
kool g rap is here to draw
and any sucker that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue
all victims unidentified, so check it
you gotta see if it was the sucker from the dental record
what i use to torture liars:
either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliers
so you thought you could last?
go and get a green thumb because your *ss is gr*ss
eric b. is the undertaker
his pockets swoll because he’s rolling in more dough than a baker
quiet type, but i won’t have it
cause when i swing with the boys i get noisy like traffic
so if you know what i know, see what i see
g rap is down with a mafioso posse
and i’m quick to go stick other suckers
with a smile just like a sick motherf*cker
a bullet inside the sucker’s guts and
hit b*tt and his nuts, we throw him in the hudson
this is for all the non-believers
they receive a gash in their *ss from a meat cleaver
don’t even try to get fast
you know the time because i’m 5 seconds off your *ss
a nightmare leaving you suckers breathless
you stepping to kool g rap, then that’s a death wish
(“rappers go six feat under”) (repeat 4x)

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