Vinnie Paz Lyrics - Drag You To Hell lyrics

Drag You To Hell lyrics (Lyrics)

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Album:Vinnie Paz Lyrics
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[Chorus: x2]
Im taking my own life, I might as well
Guess where Im going cause the Devils inside
Im taking my own life, thats where Im going
Except they might not sell weed in Hell

[Verse 1:]
See I always have respect cause I always talk fact
The .38 and the 50 caliber hot, black
I always left with nothing but I always brought back
I always been a hustler, I probably go off that
Yall dont wanna go to work with the boy
Theres only two words that describe me: search and destroy
I dont think you wanna get murked by the boy
My shit is military, yalls is like a nursery toy
Its hurting you boys
My team aint even hungry, we famished
I murder everybody, fuck collateral damage
Im animal savage with Hannibals habits
Ill mangle your cabbage
I walked into the parish and I strangled the faggots
I hang with the baddest brothers, put their trust into Jesus
Run with brothers whos forty guzzlers, Islamic extremists
Ugly an d ignorant is how they perceive us
I dont care, Im trying to deal with my personal demons

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Yall dont wanna go that route
Broke motherfucker need to throw his throwback out
If you see me drinking something good I stole that stout
If you see me drinking in the hood then roll back out
On the real I dont want no one to bother me, cousin
Rapping just a little fucking bit of part of me, cousin
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Im just trying to have a drink at the bar with my cousin
I aint mean to be rude, god, pardon me cousin
I stay strapped lord, gun in the tuck
Young boys act wild lord funny as fuck
I scrap southpaw sonning you fucks
Look at you lord on the floor bummy as fuck, what?
My life been defined by death
So I guess if everybody dead mine is next
My father dropped a jewel on me, time forgets
Its not as easily the mind forgets
Yall know what I mean?

[Chorus x2]

[ Verse 3:]
Drag you to Hell, Im evil dead, you can call me Sam Raimi
These motherfuckers want a verse but they cant pay me
Fuck a funeral home, put em in the sand maybe
Yall are acting like youre big, like youre mad gravy
Yall dont wanna beef with the god
Dont have the brain power to compete with the god
Yall should retreat from the god before you get turned to meat
Something to eat for the god, peace to the gods
I carry heavy shit, big guns, John Rambo
Im a spot Russia like Pakistani commandos
How you go to war when youre standing in sandals?
Now youre dead and your family handling candles
Dont even call for a truce, Im about to end this
Whole motherfucker when I call for the troops
Reservoir dog walk with the troops
And I burn this motherfucker down to the ground down to its roots

[Chorus x2]