Fuck Love Twice (Feat. Madchild, Trash Gordon & Kuniva) RapPalata.net
[verse 1: MadChild]
Yo, master of disaster I'm an underground phenomenon Naturally a bastard but the king of my conglomerate Welcome to Armageddon rhymes I write are armour plated Have a relationship with karma but it's complicated Yes I am wicked I am known for being indubious The words I choose will prove that I won't lose I'm an enthusiast Pick any battle topic shit I spit is catastrophic Once I explode unleashing shrapnel, sharpened metal objects Take a look into these eyes you'll see exploding fire Silver tongue with iron lungs but my teeth look like corroding iron A schizophrenic tenant plus a very lonely landlord, rankor Keep punching my head until my hands sore There seems to be a reason that they keep me at a distance I'm defiantly persistent there's evil in this infant The afterlife is heaven but I am hellbent My appetite for destruction is over whelming
[Chorus: MadChild]
Givem hell, one hundred rounds Feeding like a hungry hound In my head the thunder pounds Hailing from the underground I listen to a lot of rappers but I don't believem Misguided angel I was spawned one of the coldest heathens
[Chorus: Trash Gordon]
Givem hell, huntem down Fuckem let it buck and blaow Body is a loveless shell Permanently underground I listen to a lot of rappers and they all bleedin Trash Gordon I was raised to be a fuckin demon
[verse 2: Trash Gordon]
Ain't nothing to joke about you ain't got a hope in hell Stomping on your chest until your broken ribs poking out That dead weight that pulls you down With a shred I hope you drown Neck tie a rope around close your eyes it's over now The black heart in my chest is pacing Nothing in my head but satan State of pure desolation, the mental patient With a barrel to his temple embracing the death that waits him Splittin domes and adding to my list of foes Sick when my mental depicts it and then it just implodes Smash a little ho and turn her count into a withered rose That's where my sickness goes Visions of your death I'm lifting up your best Feel a sinkin in your chest Swing a corked bat, leave you physically depressed I'm a sociopath but that's the curse that I'm under Every enemy get buried in the dirt by the hundreds I'm like fuckin rain man when I murder by numbers
[Chorus]
[verse 3: Kuniva]
Who you know that jumps from a fire escape And calls the victims phone and land on him as soon as it vibrates They say I'm hard to get along with highly irate Your girl takes so much dick from me I should just ball up and cry rape You shouldn't even be here You people stare a bodies through that cracked door keep it moving people there's nothing to see here The same nigga from Devils Night Keep it poppin like chains on a pedel bike Throw your dame on a metal spike And beat your puppy to death with a metal pipe And shoot it out with the cops on site, that's on a mellow night I bet you wonderin where D12 been at On an 8 year binge of alcohol and crinack Pullin guns on assholes like where the shit at Niggas be all hype but some bullets makem chillax I hop in the cab now, shoot at your cash cow And brag about it to Madchild I'm that wild