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The Wrath of the Wrench Video (MV)




Performed By: Pete Wurthy
Language: English
Length: 3:52
Written by: Adam Shinn




Pete Wurthy - The Wrath of the Wrench Lyrics
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Took some time off, never did my rhyme soft
But now is my check up so I'ma drop these balls and cough
Took some time off, never did my rhyme soft
But now is my check up so I'ma drop these balls and cough
Damn right your baby moms bouncing to this cuz
My flow wetter than Michael Phelps takin' a piss
Straight holocaust, obliterating all who spit
Bitch who's soft? your mic contains a trace of lipstick
Rappers bite lines harder than stale cookies
I'm Wurthy, by no means, am I a damn rookie
I've been here since '01 feelin' the love
I'm a vet, I know exactly what my dogs are sick of
They sick of the whack ad libs that y'all made famous
And tired of dick riders who shall remain nameless
Tired of emcees, at the top they pretend to be
When they couldn't make a "classic single" workin' at Wendy's
At your show you bombed, and I'm the bomb duh
Can't "Kerrigan" for you "Harden"ed criminals like Tanya
I'll say it supersonic for those who ain't heard me
I stuff y'all cats with quotables like a taxidermy
Stand tall, with balls, won't fall off ever
I still spit sick, I'm too damn clever
I'll rock forever your favorite rapper in a slump
Watch Pete run this ho like Forrest Gump
The wrath of the wrench forever comin'
There ain't no use in running from it when it gets summoned
Showcase my viscera on dope beats so clean
Feeding my acid tongue with word play schemes
Hunger pangs this emcee never satiated
Stayin' ill while radio keep lyrics vaccinated
I'm married to the mic now our bond consecrated
In view of my absence motherf*ck those who hated
Deepest darkest emotions come forth in battle mode
These mumble rappers sound like they flowin' in Morse code
While Wurthy flows light speed with mad steez
Indeed ready to please, these lame Gs with hairlines that recede
You touched on the pinky but crying foul
I stay loose and keep coming with it like diarrhea bowel
How you like me now? my flow disgusting like my last line
I've been waiting for my moment and it's done been time
These fans famined like a closed down restaurant
So I'll play these boys with writtens like a Hugh Heff font
Vanilla emcee illa and colder than Minnesota
I sent rhyme po po to your do' to meet their f*ckin' quota
Stand tall, with balls, won't fall off ever
I still spit sick, I'm too damn clever
I'll rock forever your favorite rapper in a slump
Watch Pete run this ho like Forrest Gump
The wrath of the wrench forever comin'
There ain't no use in running from it when it gets summoned
Showcase my viscera on dope beats so clean
Feeding my acid tongue with word play schemes
I'm certified too hype and I'm lethal
Mainstream sucks like most movie sequels
To each their own but I loathe, all these clones
Who sound worse than a deaf chick trying to moan
Done shat on you, when I spat on you
Venomous ink on you, like poisonous tattoos
Lyricism is what I do, rest in power, DJ Screw
Won't stop til these bastards recognize their garbage poo
I'm tough like stone washing the newest of overalls
Or wood to a miter saw, I tell ya I do it y'all
Beasting beyond measure, swingin' bars like teatherballs
Propagate verbal martyrs, pre-"conceiving" downfalls
Tackling those who front, like Bobby Boucher
I'll bring it till my voice rasp like Macy Gray
I welcome all appealed to take a walk with Wurth
To get crushed between the predicate and the verb - word
Stand tall, with balls, won't fall off ever
I still spit sick, I'm too damn clever
I'll rock forever your favorite rapper in a slump
Watch Pete run this ho like Forrest Gump
The wrath of the wrench forever comin'
There ain't no use in running from it when it gets summoned
Showcase my viscera on dope beats so clean
Feeding my acid tongue with word play schemes
Stand tall, with balls, won't fall off ever
I still spit sick, I'm too damn clever
I'll rock forever your favorite rapper in a slump
Watch Pete run this ho like Forrest Gump
The wrath of the wrench forever comin'
There ain't no use in running from it when it gets summoned
Showcase my viscera on dope beats so clean
Feeding my acid tongue with word play schemes
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Took some time off, never did my rhyme soft
But now is my check up so I'ma drop these balls and cough
Took some time off, never did my rhyme soft
But now is my check up so I'ma drop these balls and cough
Damn right your baby moms bouncing to this cuz
My flow wetter than Michael Phelps takin' a piss
Straight holocaust, obliterating all who spit
Bitch who's soft? your mic contains a trace of lipstick
Rappers bite lines harder than stale cookies
I'm Wurthy, by no means, am I a damn rookie
I've been here since '01 feelin' the love
I'm a vet, I know exactly what my dogs are sick of
They sick of the whack ad libs that y'all made famous
And tired of dick riders who shall remain nameless
Tired of emcees, at the top they pretend to be
When they couldn't make a "classic single" workin' at Wendy's
At your show you bombed, and I'm the bomb duh
Can't "Kerrigan" for you "Harden"ed criminals like Tanya
I'll say it supersonic for those who ain't heard me
I stuff y'all cats with quotables like a taxidermy
Stand tall, with balls, won't fall off ever
I still spit sick, I'm too damn clever
I'll rock forever your favorite rapper in a slump
Watch Pete run this ho like Forrest Gump
The wrath of the wrench forever comin'
There ain't no use in running from it when it gets summoned
Showcase my viscera on dope beats so clean
Feeding my acid tongue with word play schemes
Hunger pangs this emcee never satiated
Stayin' ill while radio keep lyrics vaccinated
I'm married to the mic now our bond consecrated
In view of my absence motherf*ck those who hated
Deepest darkest emotions come forth in battle mode
These mumble rappers sound like they flowin' in Morse code
While Wurthy flows light speed with mad steez
Indeed ready to please, these lame Gs with hairlines that recede
You touched on the pinky but crying foul
I stay loose and keep coming with it like diarrhea bowel
How you like me now? my flow disgusting like my last line
I've been waiting for my moment and it's done been time
These fans famined like a closed down restaurant
So I'll play these boys with writtens like a Hugh Heff font
Vanilla emcee illa and colder than Minnesota
I sent rhyme po po to your do' to meet their f*ckin' quota
Stand tall, with balls, won't fall off ever
I still spit sick, I'm too damn clever
I'll rock forever your favorite rapper in a slump
Watch Pete run this ho like Forrest Gump
The wrath of the wrench forever comin'
There ain't no use in running from it when it gets summoned
Showcase my viscera on dope beats so clean
Feeding my acid tongue with word play schemes
I'm certified too hype and I'm lethal
Mainstream sucks like most movie sequels
To each their own but I loathe, all these clones
Who sound worse than a deaf chick trying to moan
Done shat on you, when I spat on you
Venomous ink on you, like poisonous tattoos
Lyricism is what I do, rest in power, DJ Screw
Won't stop til these bastards recognize their garbage poo
I'm tough like stone washing the newest of overalls
Or wood to a miter saw, I tell ya I do it y'all
Beasting beyond measure, swingin' bars like teatherballs
Propagate verbal martyrs, pre-"conceiving" downfalls
Tackling those who front, like Bobby Boucher
I'll bring it till my voice rasp like Macy Gray
I welcome all appealed to take a walk with Wurth
To get crushed between the predicate and the verb - word
Stand tall, with balls, won't fall off ever
I still spit sick, I'm too damn clever
I'll rock forever your favorite rapper in a slump
Watch Pete run this ho like Forrest Gump
The wrath of the wrench forever comin'
There ain't no use in running from it when it gets summoned
Showcase my viscera on dope beats so clean
Feeding my acid tongue with word play schemes
Stand tall, with balls, won't fall off ever
I still spit sick, I'm too damn clever
I'll rock forever your favorite rapper in a slump
Watch Pete run this ho like Forrest Gump
The wrath of the wrench forever comin'
There ain't no use in running from it when it gets summoned
Showcase my viscera on dope beats so clean
Feeding my acid tongue with word play schemes
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Writer: Adam Shinn
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