Jeff the Chef - Vengeance lyrics

[Verse 1: Novatore] Cacophonous lyricism Treat you dicks like circumcision Break you down like long division Couldn't fathom my flow with an algorithm Taking risks, doing hits, light the fuse and hit the switch Throwing bombs in to crowds of pigs like the anarchists in 86 Masked up, blacked out Smashing out the windows of your j**elry store Ain't no telling what i'm about to do Make no mistake that I came for war Teeth on the floor when I start to scheme Dreams of black masks and some gasoline Magazines start the prison riot CO's on fire as they start to scream Fight for myself I ain't no messiah Narcs on the stand singing like a choir Call me a loser but I keep it real You just act the part but you're a f**ing liar But that's how it goes in this f**ing life So I hate the world and im anti-social Mind has snapped and im goin postal Wanna keep me hush but I keep it vocal Running the streets, snitches in sheets Fighting and f**ing, not loving police Watching the clock, loving the chase Stay sharp as a knife, so i'm dodging a case [Verse 2: Novatore] Clad all in black with a mask we the bad guys Glad 'cuz you ain't wrapped up in a body bag Memories hurt much more than the silence Violence a tool like a pen and a note pad Mother f** pistols, swords in the back seat Whole team love blood like a maxi Who's still talking? jaws clapping Talking sh** say I changed cuz I'm rapping You know the program is still dead cops and missing nazis No gold chain no paparazzi my attitude still be like fonzie Run op on me and prepare to go Heart turning cold like chicago snow I got hate for the state and it's to the core And I'm still down to ride for the cla** war like.. Gonna smash on the pig til the sh** stop, til his sh** pop Gonna grab the Glock, put him in a lock Make him sweat like I'm Hitchco*k Prone to poverty and violence k** a capulet Pounds of sweat illiterate i take you the cabaret Protagonists I k** that wasn't in the man*script Ballroom left in blood from when I busted out the extra clip Bricks in my grip, windows ain't sh** Like cats I be fighting they drop when they're hit Much love for the fires of vengeance Much love for the taking of risks