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lyrics
(Hook) Don't care if they like it, 'cuz they ain't even real. Here to put Death on all who say nigga if that's how they really feel.
(Sub-Hook) Angels of Death, avenging me. AoD! AoD! Avenging me. Avenging me. Angels of Death. AoD!
- Angels of Death comin' now to get them niggas. They on the hunt, cryin' "Crackas sayin' nigga". Gone brain-dead, simple-simon stupid niggas. Writin' hate-speech, fill it full of their own triggas. Got the mad stacks, writin' for the hateful niggas. Got alotta fans, crowds full of lazy niggas. Wanna get gold. Give-it, self-entitled niggas. Take a cracka loot, then cryin' 'cuz he singing "nigga". (to Hook)
-- Weak little homos, hate-speech writin' niggas. Tap it on the low-low, then ya' wanna' hide it, Nigga. Never ran a ho-show. Just a buncha' slavin' niggas. Cryin' on the past, wreckin' all the current, Niggas. Broken by some words: You alotta soft niggas. Never worked a day. Still, you want it all, Nigga. I'm the only rapper who allowed to say nigga, Nigga. Get with the Paradigm or Death is gonna' get you, Nigga. (to Hook)
--- Get an ugly world from them weak-minded niggas. Can't use tools, all their fingers know is triggas. Their rap is easy: Just end it all in "nigga". Desecrate a genre for the low-bar niggas. (to Hook)
credits
released August 17, 2018
written by Vincent-Nick Ciofani
Soul-searching hip-hop from this Florida rapper, with lyrics that dig deep and take an unflinching look at life’s questions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 1, 2023
