Angel Of Death Lyrics - Mac Lethal

[Verse 1: Mac Lethal] 

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, bodybag 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 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 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 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 

[Bridge 1: Mac Lethal] 

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 

[Hook: Mac Lethal] 

Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) 

Angel of Death (angel of death) (angel of death) 

Angel of Death 

(angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) (angel of death) 

[Verse 2: Tech N9ne] 

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 never 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 

[Bridge 2: Tech N9ne] 

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 off the Angel of Death 

Cuz Maudie Sue Yates is the Angel of Tech 

Cha!