paroles de chanson Angel of Death (feat. Tech N9ne) - Mac Lethal , Tech N9ne
Now
in
my
mothafuckin'
heart
I
got
a
lot
of
real
love
But
my
brain's
unstable
I
just
wanna
wish
death
onto
major
labels
I
just
wanna
wish
death
onto
basic
cable
And
the
fuckin'
radio
station
to
fake
to
play
true
shit
Real
music,
it
killed
the
industry,
bodybag
it
with
blue
lips
Oh
shit,
drop
the
casket
in
tulips
Two
clips
pop
attacking,
you
move
quick,
woo
Gotta
warm
it
up
I'm
guessing
'Cause
I'm
flowing
like
I'm
stepping
with
an
AK-47
Semi-automatic,
mac-11
weapon
and
eleven
methods
Of
making
medicine
out
of
madness
in
a
session
Man
my
vocal
chords
are
bleeding
'cause
I'm
rapping
with
aggressiveness
It
doesn't
matter
if
I'm
hoarse,
I'm
practically
a
Pegasus
You're
looking
at
a
lunatic,
I'm
bigger
and
sicker
And
every
time
I
fucking
pick
up
the
liquor
I'm
ripping
it
quicker
and
I
don't
give
a
fuck
about
the
gimmick
I'm
sick
of
it,
this
is
the
end
of
it,
this
isn't
intimate
I
don't
wanna
underestimate
the
fact
that
I
got
endless
influence
I
could
probably
make
a
couple
children
end
up
as
idiots
All
I
gotta
do
is
settle
an
argument
with
the
devil
My
heart
isn't
made
of
metal,
but
part
of
me's
just
an
artist
And
part
of
me
is
a
martyr
of
marketing
At
a
level
that's
arguably
incredible,
pardon
the
schizophrenia
Demons
are
always
talking
to
me
and
I
fuck
'em
often
My
feet
are
up
in
a
coffin,
not
breathing
not
fuckin'
talking
I
need
you,
I'm
fucking
stalking
you,
searching
until
I
find
you
I'm
lurking,
I'm
right
behind
you
I'll
murder
you
on
the
Bible
I
admit
that
I'm
a
little
loony
You
could
probably
stick
me
in
the
psycho
ward
I'm
thinking
of
leaving
the
planet
Earth
and
flying
towards
Heaven
Walk
in,
holding
two
guns
up
Since
she's
been
gone,
I
ain't
never
seen
the
sun
up
I
lost
my
mom
when
I
was
twenty-three
And
all
I
wanna
know
is
what
the
Angel
of
Death
wants
from
me
I
wrote
this
song
holding
a
baby,
she
slept
Now
I'm
hoping
I
can
save
her
from
the
motherfuckin'
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of
Death
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in
my
cinema
get
to
sippin'
with
a
spliff
I
got
a
soul
it
be
sinister
with
the
sick,
a
lot
of
shit
I'm
bout
to
give
you
the
killer
drama
like
Brian
De
Palma
Who
be
the
angel
that
got
me
flying?
My
mama
Devil
don't
wanna
see
me
tight
as
a
string
in
a
piano
My
levels
equivalent
to
flight
when
you
see
animals
Over
the
aircraft
and
into
the
universe
A
lunar
curse,
when
I
sit
down
I'm
ready
to
groom
a
verse
In
the
middle
of
a
murder
I
kill
up
everything
I'm
taking
the
title
from
the
idol
for
the
meddling
with
the
metal
head
Nigga
better
go
hit
the
pedal
'Cause
an
angel
don't
ever
give
a
damn
what
a
devil
said
Anybody
wanna
battle?
I'ma
decapitate
I
can
do
it
the
fluid,
will
kill
'em
off
when
I
activate
I'ma
laugh
at
a
lot
of
'em,
little
lames
I
lacerate
Murder
masses
with
my
mic
and
my
masturbate
Leave
y'all
with
the
tongue
and
these
jaws
I'm
incredible,
haters
don't
wanna
never
recall
That
I
come
to
beast
all,
they
free
fall,
'cause
we
raw
Nina
be
heavy,
you
be
the
leaf
on
the
seesaw
So
competitive
they
gimme
the
bucks
They
don't
wanna
step
into
me
'cause
I'm
rippin'
'em
up
And
all
the
people
that
wanna
get
it
I'm
ready,
so
come
on
with
it
But
if
you
a
critic,
we
never
giving
a
fuck,
we
living
it
up
I'm
in
a
mess,
I
lost
Maudie
I
don't
want
anybody
to
call
me
I'm
really
vexed
and
not
jolly
Shit
I
been
thinking
is
ungodly
Will
I
reign,
will
I
stress?
Either
way
I'm
gonna
aim
at
your
chest
I
ain't
tripping
off
the
Angel
of
Death
'Cause
Maudie
Sue
Yates
is
the
Angel
of
Tech
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