Danny! - Payback Lyrics
[Verse 1: Danny!]Smokin' sour diesel with Evel KnievelWatchin' "Leave It To Beaver" reruns with twenty-three nunsAnd fifty priestsSixty feet under sea levelShe-devils rebel and rabble-rousin'I grab a thousand pounds of sheet metalAnd manufacture my own gunsMakeshift artillery, I'm killin' these niggasFracture their nose, dunTake Kidz In The Hall, toss 'em down a hallway and I finish 'em offWhile I play a round of miniature golf(There he go again!) Back on my bullshitSmackin' new jacks in the skull with the back of my pool stickDiagnosed with an overdose of ImodiumMade a bomb out of hydrogen sodium, strapped it to the podiumI ain't the hottest in the game, I'm the only one***** nigga, you can runteldatBut tell it fast, cause I smell a gas leak in the furnaceI'm furnished with the knowledge to beat Copernicus in a tournamentCompetition, diminsh 'emILLmont, finish 'em[Verse 2: Allen Thomas (of iLLmont)]I'm a mic device domestic abuserWith the head like a male MedusaAnd weight of a CruiserYou niggas is sore losers, true shitI got your girl and I ain't even have to seduce herOr pursue herWe lay back on the PaybackWhile your man's hair goes way backSpittin' straight factsWith iLLmont up in the tape deckKid we lace crackIn the grip of crushed codeineGot cats loudCheerin' like my clique's the home team[Verse 3: KhalilWho (of iLLmont)]+Look At Me Now+, no Chris BrownTearin' your shit downThat's what you get, clownsComing with sick nounsAnd verbs for the herbsYeah the whole crew is sick, wowWe mob on squads, tell them ho niggas "sit down"And on our job, no more calling in sick nowStill at the crib but, all up in pics nowOnline stuntin', got a whole bunch of kicks nowWith Mishka beanies on, scarf a whole bowl of Trix down, ugh[Verse 4: EyeBeIllin (of iLLmont)]I'm turning rappers into ashesKnocking niggas out my ring, you'd think my name was CassiusMy devestating grammar has been patiently waitingTo demolish these faggot niggas while they still in the making, yeahPayback, my dude since way backVerbally touching souls, I'm making 'em sway backAll I do is drop hits, I don't know how to missIt's Eye-Double-L and don't you niggas forgetI be illin' on the mic, always killin' some shit, yeah[Bridge: Danny!]Always killin' some goddamn shit, mutha*****aDo you know what...do you know what *****in' time it is? (about 5:30)Do you know what *****in' time -- we ain't done!Who the ***** said we was done?Bring the mutha*****in' beat back goddammit!Who made this beat? (I'm pretty sure you did)I did? (yeah)Oh shit!Son it don't stopIt don't stop son, yoWho's next on this mutha*****in' beat?[Verse 5: Olde English (of iLLmont)]Play at ya man, wastin' with eight linesI could count your verses and maim faces and break spinesBesides nigga, I heard it through the grapevineMy lines make you wanna retire, ***** the game's mineIt's Payback, so make that a messageTo the faggot-ass proctor who's passin' out all the test-es-es?Cause I'm a monster man, the last bossGot a spell to mash your cool kid into awesome sauce[Verse 6: Nihilus (of iLLmont)]Word to Manson, you must've gone manLost nuts, yo you must've tossed your gonadsBut I came through just to make your soul danceSee the whole ass of the ho, it's romanceIt's Payback minus Mel GibsonTook all the bars, now the sale's missingShell's hittin' around twelve victimsNow they gonna clam upMouths gettin' jammed shutThey no longer have tongues, you little wack *****s[Verse 7: Plex (of iLLmont)]I drop bombs on these tracks, cataclysmicRaps with definition when I get scientificI could polarize your photons and ***** up your imageShoot shots with lyrics when I aim from a distancePow! I'm tighter than a LifestyleReady out the womb so who's ready for this life nowI eat tracks for dinner, so when I shit I just shit vowelsConstant like a consonant, well who's the shit now?[Verse 8: Felix Von Soco (of iLLmont)]Better call your preacher cause I'm rippin' your whole choirWith a calm demeanor but the spittin' is so violentIt's Payback, if you dig it then go buy itWe the captains of the flight, them niggas is co-pilotsIn this hip-hop dame and I'm boinkin' her like a thick chickYou niggas stay disappointing her with your limp dickI hold it down steady but my mind's well liftedIt's that nigga Von Soco, the double-L misfit
