El-P - Tougher Colder k**er lyrics

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El-P - Tougher Colder k**er lyrics

[Verse 1: El-P] To the mother of my enemy, I just k**ed your son He died with his face to the sky and it can not be undone He didn't die hard, in the end he just grinned and bowed Made him dig his own grave at the point of a gun While he laughed to the gods out loud And it made me want to jump... out a window And it made me want to scream Tear my face off run through the streets Pandemonium me, f**ed by decree Came a long way from young and alive when I was not blind... Now I can not see Grace in reverse at best it gets worse and I wanted you to know: Since then I don't sleep And the uniform, tags, side arm and ID that I wore When I did it got send C.O.D To the HQ, note reading "this is not me And I hate you for making me make a man bleed" And before the man pa**ed and his last gasp fleed (and this is why I'm writing you now) his eyes gleamed And he pointed to the part of his chest that still beats Looked dead in my grill and then said this to me: [Hook] There is a tougher colder k**er A tougher colder k**er than A tougher colder k**er than you And he will wipe us all from this place You will learn to crawl You will learn it all in just one day Just one day [Interlude: k**er Mike] I'll slap a motherf**er so hard his mama probably said baby you okay I just got an extreme pain on the side of my face, you understand me? Your dad should be ashamed of raising you s**ers man, real sh** man Your dad should've left home like millions of other dads did By staying at home, man, he only made you a tougher, colder p**y [Verse: El-P] I'm the f**ing Catalina wine mixer blitzer Wolf in a shearling wording sh** twisted It's a lovely day to go Blitzkrieg, isn't it? Listen if suicide pacts are your bag try dissin him The blocked number, no star 69 Call, breathe heavy at your little sis, rock system Come with the loud talk, limp back whispering That motherf**er's no victim [Verse: k**er Mike] The return of the other Insane psycho sick savage raw rap rhyme motherf**er With a big black belly If it get to shaking like jelly and the gun Don't jam, you're a dead motherf**er! n***as say sweet like smuckers Peanut bu*ter pack the motherf**ers I'm ashamed for your mothers Pause [comma] How I know your momma? Bad motherf**er? Double entendre? [Verse: Despot] Mother f**ers don't know sh** Not the half or the math or the sum or the quotient Get your cameras in focus to capture the moment I slap you for poking your nose in Globe gripped so tight that it's choking He got the whole world in his hands, hold this! Pose in a winning stance, don't get close Watch me with the telescope you watched the throne with [Verse: El-P] Trapped in another bad circuit, twirk it Splash in another man's snatch, get murdered Paths get burnt and cut right through sermons I laugh at the priest getting deep in the service Last guy to the big guy in the sky Is a rotten egg or potato au gratin Head get him down, take a piss in his coffin Better off dead than let him keep talking [Verse: k**er Mike] You better off walking than talking Bullets get to sparking, leave you in chalk or a coffin Lord have mercy on the family and they losses I paid for the roses to cover the coffin I move like Bulger, the boss up in Boston Caught him in a bottle house buying Mr. Boston Hit him with a bullet from a .38 snub Put the plug in his skull, hit the switch lights, offed him [Verse: Despot] What's that on your shirt? Made you look Get jacked for your work, get juxed for the gold 'Oldest trick in the book like grandma's hand on her c*nt playboy centerfold Hold his dick like a schnook on the block while he look at the cops and they drive past slow Keep the heater on ice, let it go, he was told that revenge was best served cold [Hook] [There is a tougher colder k**er than A tougher colder k**er than A tougher colder k**er than you And he will wipe us all from this place You will learn to crawl You will learn it all in just one day Just one day] [k**er Mike] You ain't with this sh** we with Bars of d**h, destruction, and violence What do I hear from you? Nothin'. Silence You ain't ready for this sh**. You don't want this sh** It's a prizefight. It's a prizefight And one opponent ain't showin' up s**a

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