Appetite For Destruction

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 **** to run 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 **** they're trying to calm

If motherfuckers could get it, nobody would've fucked with it

Appetite for Destruction

For him to get a bit more shit, he gotta commit

Murder in the first degree and manslaughter

Taking the life of his wife and young daughter

A whole city of bitches that look sucked up

And the **** is killing, 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"

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 caught 'cause I was noisy

A **** tried to take advantage because of the kamikaze

He took a swing for my head, thought I was faded

Started running for the door but the fucker never made it

The sound of the nine went, "Bang!"

And all over the wall was his motherfucking brain

'Cause I'm a **** you can't sleep on

So set the alarm 'cause I hit like a motherfucking bomb

I do damage with the nine in my hand

But the average **** 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 ****

The ****, the ****, 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 'cause that's what it's here for

I shoot down a million **** and shoot one more

And that's a million and one that couldn't hang with the appetite

'Cause they wasn't rapping right

So I had to destroy whoever was standing in my presence

For fucking up the essence, appetite for destruction

Cops put a hurting 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 beatings? Those people were 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 show you something

I possess the Ten Commandments of the hip-hop thugsta

Known as the thief and murderer

First one, honor thy **** with an attitude

Gotta get respect or break your motherfucking neck

Second one, always gotta fuck out of wedlock

I like it when the pussy go snap, crackle and pop

Number three, I'm a gangsta fanatic

I smoke any fools tryna 'cause some static

Number four, here's what's in store

A crazy-ass **** that remains hardcore

Fifth one, my killings has begun

I pulled out my gun, that'll keep me on the run

Step six, hmm, it's kinda tricky

Can't forget that I'm motherfucking chicken-shit

To the ones who tries to play the E

By the time you get to 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—

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So listen up while we take it to our **** on the street, Willy Johnson