Angel of Death - Mac Lethal, 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 too fake to play true shit

Real music… kill the industry, body bag 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

'Cause I’m flowing like I’m stepping with an AK-47

Semi-automatic, MAC-11 weapon and eleven methods

Of making medicine out of madness in a session

Man my vocal chords are bleeding 'cause I’m rapping with aggressiveness

It doesn’t matter if I’m hoarse 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 an 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 leaving the planet earth and flying towards Heaven…

Walk in, holding two guns up

Since she’s been gone, I ain’t ever seen 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

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Sit 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 Brian De Palma

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 over 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, 'cause an angel don’t ever give a damn what the

devil said

Anybody wanna battle I’ma decapitate

I can do it, the fluid’ll kill 'em off when I activate

I’ma laugh at a lot of a little lames, I lacerate

Murder masses with my mic I’ma masturbate

Leave y’all, with the tongue and these jaws

I’m incredible, haters don’t wanna never recall

That I come to beast all, they free fall, 'cause we raw

N9na be heavy, you be the leaf on the seesaw

So competitive they gimme the bucks

They don’t wanna step into me, 'cause 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

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 off the Angel of Death

'Cause Maudie Sue Yates is the Angel of Tech

Cha!

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