Amadeus The Stampede - Coup de grace lyrics

(Intro) Parlez-vous anglais? Amadeus the Stampede Coup de Grace (Verse) Gather your guns revolution hasn't begun But it's about too,might have to splatter someone The game's all me, that's the reason they called me Full metal jacket,blaze on me, c'est la vie Voulez vous coucher avec pistolet Cognac and champagne,I got leaped the way Give a f** what the people say Kid I f** sh**, I love this Squad made to be triumphant Parlez-vous anglais? Kid I Bombay Leave cities in ashes Like it was propane Je suis la que le shone, I blaze chron Deny any of this sh** pop and it stays Que rescision du la vava Flow is like lava Easy partner, we tied in like Sinatra Bomb the square dance live armada Might pull a peace in retard du cart (Chorus x2) Danger, bang as the rifle hold up Change the game, it derive with soldiers Guns playing,you wanna lose 21 grands Coupe de Grace This is what it becomes man (Verse) Trenches now arm they defend the town My friends are down,smoke sh** ,blunt a cow Rap magician, elementary my petition Matches spitting my writings,written on affliction Catch the picture ,I'm chafing up The crack in kitchens After that I'm meeting up the ave in pictures Stand penal,you know these MC's Don't foresee note the boat over oceans of speed falls We go harder, and I'm battered in key lows The speed, coke, methamphetamine,pills and weed smoke Natural mistery, this is actual history Trade a verse for a gun, a statue of liberty Essential,don't believe check my credentials Take the offensive, dig in inside your mental Cross the intro, it's simple I spend those grenades pin flows Hip hop is a nympho (Chorus x2) Danger, bang as the rifle hold up Change the game, it derive with soldiers Guns playing,you wanna lose 21 grands Coupe de Grace This is what it becomes man (Verse) I'm enforcing , pour blaze like a swordsman Take precautions it's on now we're warring Early morning ,a**ociates will bring you more in Sold the storm in, when I'mma dance performing it This is that official crap,pistol slap Get your sh** blown back,like a whistle stack Hit the track like great trains Letting the ave bane We go together like late pregnancies and weight gain Take aim,maintain steady we braise them Shoot 'em on sight, put that on my snake chain War party, call a colonel for more bodies Three gunmen , two nines, and four shoties Born hard, trues are hard call Ghandi Send a course jolly three holes return cali Flowers in any city ,getting busy with me 'Til I will come back, and leave 'em with sh**ty skivvies (Chorus x2) Danger, bang as the rifle hold up Change the game, it derive with soldiers Guns playing,you wanna lose 21 grands Coupe de Grace This is what it becomes man