Slum Chemist (Vinnie Paz)

Hahahaha The God Of The Serengeti The lion king Boxcutta Pazzzyyyy Hahahah Listen, I like that yall consider me the bad guy Big guns everywhere bullets where I pass by My blood’s g-code, never seen my dad cry And I'mma bleed your block 'til the cash dry You live in fuckin Babylon and ask why Youre arms to short to box, god — that's why So watch a big mouth turn into a cracked eye Watch a big house turned into a smashed tie Send them to the devil let his ass fry Heavy metal on another level that's high I self lord and master from past tribe I let my young boi trash you from bad vibes Reincarnated rap from a past life I drink a 40 of idiot then I grab syze For every 100 burners copped Vinnie stash 5 You asking for forgiveness — you should ask god It's Vinnie P, I'm the biggest dog in the yard It's Vinnie P, ain't no one could fuck with the god It's Vinnie P, you should never fuck with the monster It's Vinnie P, you crash like la-la-la-bamba This is 45-caliber flow Pound my chest like a gorilla so all the other savages know I'm ravenous though Jack you with the ratchet for dough Marques de sade a painful sadomasochist flow We tapping your ho, and keep the biscuit where I piss at Pussy bwat bitches asking where this faggot dick at I ain't never left the fucking crib without the gizzat Ain't nobody above a homicide or a kidnap If you got the army gear then you need the boots If you talking about an army then you need the troops Its all war over here I never seen the truce I'm calling Maserati Mazi I don't mean to coupe This here this the duffle that I carry bones Pistolvania most underrated since Larry Homes I run with a bunch of Ricans and they carry chrome Here's a body bag to put the pussy that you carry home