Wolfie MC - Parabellum (feat. Antagonist & Darth Bane) Lyrics

When I'm sitting on the throne
I'll be spitting off the dome
Then you bitches will be screaming out
Oh Shit!
Then I'm picking up my crown
As i'm pissing on your crowd
Yeah I'll stick them to the ground better forfeit
Never been to war bitch
Never been awarded
Better let me tell you where the ward is
All my friends are war pigs
Calling me the lord is where you're wrong
Cause I'm a god like Thor with my cold hammer smashing morts in
Falling to the floor if you try challenging my forces
Channeling my focus
Till I'm battering your doors in
Panicking before Nick while crapping in the forest
Then try camping in your fortress
Stranded in the ocean till your banners lying broken
Standards I enjoy breaking open
Loose chatter I destroy and I smash like Bruce Banner
Lose banters I deploy them right back
Why choose to verse the Wolf with words on his own turf?
You will burn into the earth when Wolfie turns you into fertiliser
Human germ
You will learn what you deserve
Useless worm
I'll chew you worse then food for birds when you return
Where's your crew when you're in way over your head?
They're no one to help you
Guess you bit way more then you could chew
Greg's not here to help you now
I bet he's nowhere near or close enough to hear you scream out
I know that you've never run the roads rounds here
I don't have to terrorise you clowns
Cause right now your down in Wolfie's town
Alex you're no Pyro
You're just milk in need of milo
Onyx aint no King of cones
He's faker then a spliff of dope
On tick they sold him bush for the same price as hydro
Drop his name for info but nobody knows who Pyro is
Talking brave behind his phone screen but he's way too scared to fight though
Copy his mates flow since his stuffs shit and has no skill
Cockiness won't save you from the fate that is awaiting
Tommy get the saw for me so I can chop this Pyro guy up
Alex keeps on calling me a faggot and a coward
But the maggot cunt just panics where he's standing when I'm walking up
Watching what a savage does to damage thugs that act with guts
As if they're tough but lack the nuts to back it up
Hack him up then pack his guts back in some black zip lock sacks
Nick Tom and Zac will not have that kid talking smack in all his tracks
Watch us stuff Pyro's cold corpse in a silo
Walk with your coffin if you're coming for the title!
Walk with your coffin if you're coming for the title!
When I'm sitting on the throne
I'll be spitting off the dome
Then you bitches will be screaming out
Oh Shit!
Then I'm picking up my crown
As i'm pissing on your crowd
Yeah I'll stick them to the ground better forfeit
Never been to war bitch
Never been awarded
Better let me tell you where the ward is
All my friends are war pigs
When I'm sitting on the throne
I'll be spitting off the dome
Then you bitches will be screaming out
Oh Shit!
Then I'm picking up my crown
As i'm pissing on your crowd
Yeah I'll stick them to the ground better forfeit
Never been to war bitch
Never been awarded
Better let me tell you where the ward is
All my friends are war pigs
If you want peace then prepare for a long Krieg
Because you dogs be unable to make it away Scott free
When the Marschall of the Reichs coming on scene
Black white and red is the banner we're under
We Don't give a f*ck if were lacking in numbers
Antagonist Mengele Wolfie's the pact of the brothers
So bring all your cohort
Our panzers will crush them
Want to act like your something online
Chat about guns in ya lives
Think ya clutching a 9 but you run at the sight of blood
It's a sign that you're nothing but defined by your trust in a lie
Constructed from time up on the fry you're cunning and sly
Until you f*ck with the guys that'll rupture a swine
Hunt with a pike and a troubling desire for your utter demise
Pyro
Better lie low
When the reichs posed
To grind bones
In his pipe zone
He's a cyclone
But when highs go hides closed
In his white home
Speaking Jamaican while being Caucasian
We're teaching a faker the meaning of pain
You're deceased and we're draping the sheet on a shameless
Preacher of wasting those years just baking your weak as piss brains
Just fiending it day in day out
Prey pounce on a lame clout
Seeker make out your insane
How can you stay loud
When the main route that you race proud entails
Wound up face down in the lake bound with the tape
Drowned when Jakes found a decayed mound washed up on the bay
Clown better gain pounds
If you stay rousing irate bouts
Hanging around a cross section of flop pheasants
That trot treading like there boss men and top peddlers
The cost set for wrong steppings
Prolonged lessons that stop pests from lots
Testing us you're not getting
The fact we've got wrecking
Glocks meant to Pop heads and
Top peasants that've gone menace
Off chops vengeance Is the goal destined
To a lost
Hot headed
Soft Centered
Cock clencher
Toms drenching you with bulk kerosine
To engulf cretins
When I'm sitting on the throne
I'll be spitting off the dome
Then you bitches will be screaming out
Oh Shit!
Then I'm picking up my crown
As i'm pissing on your crowd
Yeah I'll stick them to the ground better forfeit
Never been to war bitch
Never been awarded
Better let me tell you where the ward is
All my friends are war pigs
When I'm sitting on the throne
I'll be spitting off the dome
Then you bitches will be screaming out
Oh Shit!
Then I'm picking up my crown
As i'm pissing on your crowd
Yeah I'll stick them to the ground better forfeit
Never been to war bitch
Never been awarded
Better let me tell you where the ward is
All my friends are war pigs