Appetite For Destruction

Lyrics

I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
 Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"
 'Cause her son caught the slug
 Relate this to no choice
 And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
 While I rhyme to the rhythm of a pop
 Remember the first nigga that runs is the first to get shot
 Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity
 Need to come kick it in the city with me
 And find the black and crack the fact
 And take that shit back 'cause they don't wanna fuck with that
 There's too many niggas they're tryin' to calm
 If mothafuckers could get it, nobody would've fuck with it
 Appetite for destruction
 For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit
 Murder in the first degree a manslaughter
 Takin' a life of his wife and young daughter
 A whole city of bitches, that look sucked up
 And the niggas is killin', it's straight fucked up
 Whoever saying, what I'm saying's for greed
 Then I ain't even what they're trying to feed
 My appetite for destruction
 "You guys know who I'm talking to"
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 The Appetite is tremendous, so I'm gonna spin this
 Drop up some violence because they asked me to end this
 Some trouble that I cought 'cause I was noisy
 A nigga tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze
 He took a swing for my head thought I was faded
 Start runnin' for the door but the fucker never made it
 The sound of the nine went "Bang!"
 And all over the wall was his motherfuckin' brain
 'Cause I'm a nigga you can't sleep on
 So set the alarm, 'cause I hit like a motherfuckin' bomb
 I do damage with the nine in my hand
 But the average nigga that don't know me don't understand
 I'm from the streets so therefore
 You know I don't care for
 A sucker that ain't down with the real niggas, the niggas, the niggas
 Yo, and that's the way shit gotta go, ain't even sober
 Any time that the nine wanna leave
 I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve
 And it's ready to go to war cuz that's what it's here for
 I shoot down a million niggas and shoot one more
 And that's the million and one, they couldn't hang with the appetite
 'Cause they wasn't rappin' right
 So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
 For fuckin' up the essence, appetite for destruction
 "Cops put a hurtin' on your ass, man, you know
 They really degrade you, White folks don't believe that shit
 They don't believe that cops degrade you.
 Oh come on, those people, those people are resisting arrest"
 Check it out y'all, in the house y'all
 So I can show and flow and let the people know
 So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
 But first let me tell you somethin'
 I possess to ten commandments of the hip-hop thugsta
 Known as the thief and murderer
 First one, honor thy nigga with an attitude
 Gotta get respect or break your mothafuckin' neck
 Second one, always gotta fuck out of wedlock
 I like it when the pussy goes snap, crackle and pop
 Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic
 I smoke any fools tryin' to cause some static
 Number four, here's what's in store
 A crazy ass nigga that remains hardcore
 Fifth one, my kill has just begun
 I pull out my gun that will keep me on the run
 Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky
 Can't forget that I'm mothafuckin' chickenshit
 To the ones who tries to play the E
 By the time you reach seven you'll be six feet deep
 Number eight, make no mistake
 Move real sneaky and you're bound to catch your prey
 Ninth one, I gotta be raw, fuck any brainwashing man-made law
 Last but not least, I must be real
 Number ten, is my appetite to ki-
 

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Duration
03:08
Key
7
Tempo
106 BPM

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