The Danger

[Intro] Who are you talking to right now? You clearly don't know who you're talking to So let me clue you in. I am not in danger I am the danger! [Verse 1:Celph Titled] Put in work with my bare hands but the Roscoe's loaded And I got it for cheap mayne the hood Costco's open No coupons accepted just the loot and the bread sticks Move the wet in your section boy from Tucson to Texas Take a sip of this oil and watch it simmer and boil Decompose you send you to the Devil have him employ you Recruit some soldiers, train ‘em to be armed with a weapon Conditioned to be calm and collected when it’s time for Armageddon My luggage rack bent like a crater,(with what) Lizard skin with tons of greenbacks inside all of that alligator If James Bond was me, he’d be way more G Trade in that Aston Martin for a chrome Bugatti Go mach three blast the Tragedy Khadafi Mahdi thug cop a bird flock these doves hah Natural born money getter like one of the Gotti guys Conceited bastard, chip on my shoulder like Johnny Five (oh!) [Hook: Vinnie Paz] It's the Machete Mode hit 'em and I'll bet he fold You can find me with the deadliest of weapons sold AOTP to the death every sentence gold Call a bomb squad lethal when the pen explode [Verse 2: Esoteric] Bars are fatal I bash your skull into Play-Doh I'm authentic like a Mako, you faker than Sharknado Ian Ziering MCs interfering when I slaughter verses Get jelly like Bobby Bottleservice haul them off in hearses The flow is gruesome but deadly I'd rather choose epilepsy Than check for a track of yours because that shit is trash of course It's so bad G I'd rather someone gagged me with a shake weight Then date rape me before I peep what you laced lately I don't care what you say's crazy, that could be lamer than Wayne Brady I'm insane like Max Cady smack your baby, fuck you pay me Gimme the loot gimme the loot, but you ain't got the dough you always float You like my son's Legos you were always broke y'all a joke Honestly I'd rather jam out to some Hall and Oates Or the last shit Madonna wrote or hear the son of a prostitute who tell mama jokes Cause listen to your non-dope moronic quotes You're a rat, call your folks I leave your girl's pajamas soaked [Hook: Vinnie Paz] [Verse 3: Apathy] Cut out the racket...you ratchet...I'll beat you ragged I'm a rabid dungeon dragon that's droolin' battery acid I'm ravenous,Ap is savage my raps are the most blasphemous Black magic or Black Sabbath singin' bible passages Pass the shotty, I smash atoms and body bag 'em It's either that, or I'm lettin bionic Rotti's at 'em The most radical, rappers get out ya riot gear They're lightin' fires and burnin bodies when I appear Rappers get attracted like Dracula to a trachea Tragic when hemophiliacs travel through Transylvania Transporter beams set to the wrong coordinates I'll teleport ya body organs out ya body, orbiting... Your abdomen like ornaments torturing poor misfortunate Formerly living opponents...you rappers are rodents I have components for global thermo nuclear war Inside my brain you know my name, bitch...*shall we play a game* Aiming like Soviets in the 80's Diplomats in old Mercedes Selection of several ladies with sections of cities Locked...Iron Curtain for certain squirtin' my sperm Dick as big as a Dune worm in virgins [Outro] Jesus, what was I thinking? You clearly don't know who you're talking to So let me clue you in. I am not in danger I am the danger! A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that of me? No. I am the one who knocks!