1982 – Timothy McVeigh Lyrics
Featuring: Termanology & Wais P
Produced By: Statik Selektah
Track 4 on 1982: The Evening News EP
[Termanology]
I put grams in a bag, give em to the fiends,
Make it rain, make it flood, New Orleans.
My money dirty, but you know my whip clean,
Its 'Ology and Wais P the new Isleys.
[Wais P]
Watch your wifey, I'm so icy,
She just might be, trying to Skype me, and excite me
Ain't a nigga like me, I put bullets where the vice be,
Put poison in your ice tea, yo.
[Termanology]
Imagine the cabbage I get when I go in and spit
I choke a label rep and break his neck for the rep
Put it on tape cassette, dvd, blue-ray
We in a new age, computers and bootlegs.
[Wais P]
But its still shooters who move eggs
True heads blow feds do ten legs, home on parole kids,
I do my whole bid, my nuts swollen,
My right hand frozen from a cold pen.
[Termanology]
I look at my enemies, like I look at Kennedys
They all dead, warheads, bush overseas
I roll through the block in a motherfucking tank
For heavens sake, give up, guess I"m late
The mass murderer, words in a verse make it worse
Snatch a purse, slap a nurse in a baptist church
My heart with god, mind with money
Crime and honeys, I'm high as the highest Cudi?
[Wais P]
I'm Nicholas Cage, I live in a rage
I should be put in a cage, for spitting the gauge,
I'm fitting a play, fixing the game,
I'm President Nixon in present day, call me a reverend, hey!
Put the gifts in my sleigh, I buy niggas by the beday
Screaming its my birthday
Kill you are your worst day, put your babies in the nursery
Can't fuck with Wais P and Termanology!
[Termanology]
Ripping tubes in my living room, its almost noon
Banging an Eminem tune about taking mushrooms
I grab a can of spray paint, tag it up for Nanna
It says recipes grandma now I'm a finish you Santa
You coming down the chimney I get my Timothy McVeigh on
Spray a bomb like its Hiroshima
I say it crystal clear, I near the man in the mirror
Prepare for glory my story is gory like a killer.
I put grams in a bag, give em to the fiends,
Make it rain, make it flood, New Orleans.
My money dirty, but you know my whip clean,
Its 'Ology and Wais P the new Isleys.
[Wais P]
Watch your wifey, I'm so icy,
She just might be, trying to Skype me, and excite me
Ain't a nigga like me, I put bullets where the vice be,
Put poison in your ice tea, yo.
[Termanology]
Imagine the cabbage I get when I go in and spit
I choke a label rep and break his neck for the rep
Put it on tape cassette, dvd, blue-ray
We in a new age, computers and bootlegs.
[Wais P]
But its still shooters who move eggs
True heads blow feds do ten legs, home on parole kids,
I do my whole bid, my nuts swollen,
My right hand frozen from a cold pen.
[Termanology]
I look at my enemies, like I look at Kennedys
They all dead, warheads, bush overseas
I roll through the block in a motherfucking tank
For heavens sake, give up, guess I"m late
The mass murderer, words in a verse make it worse
Snatch a purse, slap a nurse in a baptist church
My heart with god, mind with money
Crime and honeys, I'm high as the highest Cudi?
[Wais P]
I'm Nicholas Cage, I live in a rage
I should be put in a cage, for spitting the gauge,
I'm fitting a play, fixing the game,
I'm President Nixon in present day, call me a reverend, hey!
Put the gifts in my sleigh, I buy niggas by the beday
Screaming its my birthday
Kill you are your worst day, put your babies in the nursery
Can't fuck with Wais P and Termanology!
[Termanology]
Ripping tubes in my living room, its almost noon
Banging an Eminem tune about taking mushrooms
I grab a can of spray paint, tag it up for Nanna
It says recipes grandma now I'm a finish you Santa
You coming down the chimney I get my Timothy McVeigh on
Spray a bomb like its Hiroshima
I say it crystal clear, I near the man in the mirror
Prepare for glory my story is gory like a killer.
Track 4 on 1982: The Evening News EP
