"From Hell" lyrics
Hello America, did you miss me?
Conductor, we--
Three
Ha ha ha ha (Con-- Con--)
Get in yo bag king
Uh, look
My spot got the line round the block to come buy the best
They see these jewels on my neck
They want SWAT to stick us, I'm Kanye West (Hahahaha)
Yeah, I'm Kanye West, I'm Kanye West (Talk to 'em!)
I'll fire inside they vest, bullets grind they chest
Ground them niggas like bison flesh
My old shit goated but that ain't even Conway's best
Read between the lines, in the twinkling of an eye (Ah)
With just a snap of my fingers, I can bring ya your demise (Woooo!)
That's real power, y'all real cowards
Sometimes the hardest choices take the most willpower
Give me my real flowers (Give me my flowers)
Everything you love, I'll destroy it (Ah)
And I'll enjoy it, or tee off with this nine iron and McIlroy it (Boom boom boom boom)
I'm the rapper in traffic that's avoided (Ah)
The back of my jacket, that DW patch embroided (Drumwork)
Yeah, thinking back when I sold crack and loitered (I did)
Shooting out the back of that black Toyota
My nigga Kutter ain't seen his kids in seven years (Free my homie)
So used to death, D Bishop died and I ain't shed a tear (Rest in peace, bro)
I'm in that mood to kill another legend, yeah (Ah)
Reject 3
Conductor, we--
Three
Ha ha ha ha (Con-- Con--)
Get in yo bag king
Uh, look
My spot got the line round the block to come buy the best
They see these jewels on my neck
They want SWAT to stick us, I'm Kanye West (Hahahaha)
Yeah, I'm Kanye West, I'm Kanye West (Talk to 'em!)
I'll fire inside they vest, bullets grind they chest
Ground them niggas like bison flesh
My old shit goated but that ain't even Conway's best
Read between the lines, in the twinkling of an eye (Ah)
With just a snap of my fingers, I can bring ya your demise (Woooo!)
That's real power, y'all real cowards
Sometimes the hardest choices take the most willpower
Give me my real flowers (Give me my flowers)
Everything you love, I'll destroy it (Ah)
And I'll enjoy it, or tee off with this nine iron and McIlroy it (Boom boom boom boom)
I'm the rapper in traffic that's avoided (Ah)
The back of my jacket, that DW patch embroided (Drumwork)
Yeah, thinking back when I sold crack and loitered (I did)
Shooting out the back of that black Toyota
My nigga Kutter ain't seen his kids in seven years (Free my homie)
So used to death, D Bishop died and I ain't shed a tear (Rest in peace, bro)
I'm in that mood to kill another legend, yeah (Ah)
Reject 3
