Fizzy Womack - WarMonger lyrics

[Verse one] My fist enters in your temple like an obelisk It's blackness, darkness, abyss of joblessness Everything you do is small, my sh** is monstrous I murder devils and any of their accomplices My brain function on other levels of consciousness My brain function on other levels of pompousness You're listening to the ba** and treble of godlessness My thirty-eight will spit hate and level the populous My esophogus breathes evil that just demolishes Whether or not you're a believer in the Apocalypse Y'all sh** is sweeter than two f*ggots that's locking lips It ain't a rapper competing with my obnoxiousness It ain't nobody that's equal to my accomplishments The Desert Eagle is legal and it astonishes The AR15 diesel and blow your mom to bits It's hard to catch me, I'm Thurman Munson and Carlton Fisk {chorus} Music is motivation for me to just go insane Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged And I'm trapped but I escaped it By trapping in that trap for that paper Music is motivation for me to just go insane Man I see it on paper, I know that I should be caged And I'm trapped but I escaped it By trapping in that trap for that paper [Verse two] Y'all know the flow is precise You don't owe me your life But that could change one roll of the dice And then money try to go for his knife I'm a levitate his body to the sky until he's homies with Christ Don't even f** around, son is a goon Son is bipolar, alcoholic, son is consumed I breathe life into the sun and the moon I breathe life into the most barren bloodiest womb Y'all don't know y'all getting stalked in the shower Populism is rebellion over corporate power Politics is just the talk of the hour It's a matter of time before they hit another office or tower I don't care, I put the gun to your ribs And the Desert E big, it'll separate mothers from kids I walked around from Philly slums to the bridge Been around the world eighty times, nobody can f** with the kid Yeah