World War 4 - CZARFACE

What’s wrong with these cats?

Gotta constantly remind them

I’m a made man like Tony and Vinny and them

Respect due, fool

Wu-disciple, rude since high school

Moves on the floor like the shoes of Michael

You say your king, this dude’s the rightful

.50-cal.

flow, soundproof the rifle

Physical like Olivia Newt

In Mission Impossible, Tom cruise with the lyrical blueprint

Deliver the news quick;

dude’s sick, lyrically ill

Still trippin' off that 1−6-oh shit

Lansbury murder, he wrote

Hand heavy, every word that he quotes, like serving you dope

The nerve of these folks, they know I’m clutch like 24

Get it for free you pay twice what it cost

Calm savage bomb the masses

Put your fire out, plus, stomp ya ashes

I’m the maverick

Soul-sonic force, I rocks the planet

Terminator (We blast on sight)

Decapitator (Don't grab that mic)

Protect ya neck (You can lose that head)

(Wind up dead from words that were said)

Wooh!

«—you need a little danger in your life.

Take a fuckin' chance once in awhile,

will ya?

What are you gonna do—play with your prick for another 30 years?

What, are you gonna read People magazine and eat at Wendy’s till the end of

time?

Take a fuckin' chance.»

Ha, ha, ha

Kodiak jaws, titanium fangs

'88 slang, gladiator tap your vein

I X men off the map with the realest rap

I come back with a star on the shield of cap

I seal the gap, mechanical tentacles identical to Doctor Octopus

Harry Potter books can’t describe my looks

I’m part King, part Mark Twain, I’m arcane my bar is mean

Indie shit, you won’t find me in a large chain

That’s a double meaning, double line, my lane

I’m a Shar Pei, ugly, maneuver through the errors

You will back up like Matt Gutierrez

(«What's the other one?»)

Don’t try and chill

Evil I am, ill, egomaniacal

Buckin at Fresh Prince, yeah I fire at will

Rap trigger rigor mortis, yeah they dying still

Lying still, they admire the skill

Collide with me I smash your entire grill

Messiah, chill, trill in a fly DeVille

Early-bird executioner with time to kill

Terminator (We blast on sight)

Decapitator (Don't grab that mic)

Protect ya neck (You can lose that head)

(Wind up dead from words that were said)

Wooh!

«They're only words.

It’s the context that counts—it's the user—it's the

intention behind the words that makes them good or bad.

The words are

completely neutral, the words are innocent.

I get tired of people talking about

'bad words' and 'bad language'—bullshit!

It’s the context that makes them good

or bad—the context that makes them good or bad.»