Angel Of Death (feat. 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... Kill the industry bodyybag it with blue lips

Ohh shit, drop the casket in tulips

2 Clips pop attacking you move quick! Woo!

Gotta warm it up I'm guessing

Cuz I'm flowing like I'm stepping with an ak47

Semi-automatic, Mac-11 weapon and eleven methods

Of making medicine out of madness in a session

Man my vocal chords are bleeding

Cuz I'm rapping with aggressiveness

It doesn't matter if I'm hoarse (horse)

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 and 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 prolly stick me in the psycho

Ward

I'm thinking of the planet earth and flying towards

Heaven... Walk in, holding two guns up

Since she's been gone I ain't ever felt the sun up

I lost my mom when I was 23

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 mothafuckin' angel of death

Angel of death

Angel of death

Angel of death

Angel of death

Sin 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 bryan depalma

Who be the angel that got me flying? My mama

Devil don't wanna see me tight as 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

Cuz an angel don't ever give a damn what a devil said

Anybody wanna battle I'm a decapitate

I can do it the fluid will kill em off when I activate

I'm a laugh a lot of em little lames when 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 ever recall

That I come to beast all

They free fall, cuz 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 cuz 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

The 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 of the angel of death

Cuz maudie sue yates is the angel of tech

Cha!

Angel of death