Dan Bull - PayDay 2 Rap lyrics

Newspapers strewn Warm bodies sprawling Appalling It'll be in the papers tomorrow morning Along with mourning The names of the fallen Embodied in bold print for you to take as a warning Never intervene with the American dream We do whatever for the green Fill you with lead up in the streets For that liquid cash Hot red liquid splash marks Spattered on your dash then dash Brash We bring the hustle Back to sinew and muscle Cracked bone Cracked gla** Cracked windows in the tussle Flash ringing from the muzzle 'Til you're cinders in the rubble I don't value pigs unless they're sniffing for the Truffles I'm singing for the struggle What you bringing to the scuffle? I'm about to come and stick a pin into your bubble Here's a cop k**er for your trouble Blood spattered on the asphalt But it doesn't matter Rat a tat tat f** a black mask When d**h is entertainment then I'd better act daft Like the Beatles on the rooftop The police'll never let it be or get me to stop You or me are going to soon drop Down a staircase flight or fire escape To a violent fate Fight or flight kick in right away Rotate But there's no turning back You're going to roast Flames are going to burn your back Murder rap I'm sure you've heard of that This is the real deal No limit to who we'll do in and what we'll steal And if you feel ill Then you can go away This is the USA If you can't take it you'll be thrown away But if you don't back down you'll be blown away Your wife'll tell your kids "Daddy isn't coming home today" Mayday! Mayday! The situation's getting cray cray I'm Jesse James in his heyday I'll face your grenades, melee weapons, AKs Arrange the date of your funeral And the wake is my payday They'll say that you were brave, pray For the angels to change The state's got to save face I say grace Cos tonight you dine in paradise While I take a plane Hijack a flight to Paraguay I can't taste the prepackaged airline meal And I can't say what the Hell I feel You made a dogs dinner On a dog day afternoon I must be off, sorry But I'm going have to shoot Said You made a dogs dinner On a dog day afternoon I must be off, sorry But I'm going have to shoot! In God We Trust...