
Date of issue: 04.04.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Enemy Soil, Uncle Howie
Song language: English
The Vice Of Killing |
It’s a burgundy bath; |
everybody get turned into ash |
Being evil just something I made my personal task |
The G36 put you in surgery fast |
Everybody die regardless who first or who last |
Death almost got me twice but he mercifully passed |
I’ll take your face off without using surgical masks |
I wouldn’t call it an ego but I’m certainly gassed |
This isn’t the Desert Eagle but it certainly smash |
If I don’t get money from rhyming, that’s a fateful day |
I might have to take it back to the kitchen like Rachael Ray |
I don’t put no work in with bitches, I’m trying to scrape today |
Anywhere in my environment is not the place to play |
If I’m hungry, in need of food, I’ll pull a skully down |
I don’t fuck with workers, I’m gunning whoever run the town |
I got enough clips with me to spit a hundred rounds |
I’m the father of Christ and y’all are just the son of clowns |
I don’t think that y’all can fuck with Vinnie but let’s see |
I’mma have this fucking Llama looking like Jet Li |
Everybody who is anybody respect me |
I’ll have you bleeding out your back like it’s a jet ski |
Motherfucker, what’s really real, really ill? |
Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel, yo we really will |
Through windshields, windpipes and car seats |
You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie |
Brutal tribes indulge in slavery and human sacrifice |
The shooters pack devices capable of proving lack of life |
With no compassion, ratchet action, flashing, fashion |
Blast for cash, assassins faster than the flash |
Amass a body count, surpass the sound barrier |
And shattered by the splatter, rattled you |
Waking, shake you sober |
Gats that kick back and dislocate your shoulder |
Decapitate your head and chop you in half, pop you and laugh |
Rob you with gats, find you amongst the cowards and fags |
Find me holding the rifle on the watchtower with plans |
Don’t ever underestimate me or the power of Paz |
Lock you in the room with the lion, now how would you last? |
You can’t fight the king of the jungle, he’ll devour you fast |
Put you underneath the dirt next to the flowers and grass |
At the funeral mommas and dads get showered with gats |
You kill one us and we’ll kill one of you; |
counterattack |
Thousands of stacks from hustling these powders and cracks |
I fucking pick and peel your chain, Official Pistol Gang |
From Kill Devil Hills to Pennsylvain, we be gripping change |
You little pencil-brains; |
before I lose to you |
I’ll cut my nuts and slit my veins |
All y’all do is bitch-complain |
Henny and pills, plenty of steel |
On the block with fifties and krill, word to Vinnie and Bill |
In South Philly for real, my hood is guineas and Campbells |
Niggas and dirty Irish who think that they SAMCRO |
And oh, my fan know the stream, fuck the man yo |
No book 'em, Danno, you ain’t Rambo |
Don’t put twenty in your hand bone when my fam roam |
That’s when the grams go, soft white |
My niggas call it that damn snow |
And fuck hip-hop, I got sick pot in Ziplocs |
I get from stoners in Cali; |
rocking flip-flops |
One brand is called Sit-Stop cause after one hit |
That bitch’ll have you dancing with the stars like Rick Fox |
Yo, we have walked back together to gorillas and wolves |
The illest of goons, the room is filled with killers and booze |
Pretty soon we breaking in your office building with tools |
Assassinate the CEO for catching feelings and moods |
The steel at the moon got us raising hell on the block |
If they manipulate us like a pretty face and smelly twat |
Tell me what is power, cash, hand, guns, and hoorah |
A brutal task between thieves, priests, nuns and Korans |
I’m on a path that has the cash, has bigger and better things |
I’ve been with veteran medicine men headed to Medellin |
Bring the noise and avoid the vicious cycle of prison |
It’s all poison, Kool G Rap, Michael Bivins |
Speed of NASCAR «vroom» |
Madagascar soon, consume a rock star «Ooh!» |
Allahu Akbar «boom!» |
Wounded and killed, rumors are real |
Israeli steel caught your peoples in the grill |
Now the tomb is concealed |
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