| I walk in the Pentagon with a blood soaked hatchet
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| Leave the president’s nose shattered
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| Stretch his neck like Go Gadget and toe tag it
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| You a stone-cold faggot
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| I hold the chrome in a jacket
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| Go toe to toe with a savage and roll you over a cactus
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| Funerals with closed caskets, coke addicts, chrome ratchets, the whole package
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| I’ll beat Moses on the head with them stone tablets
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| I killed Kennedy, brains blown all over Onassis
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| I’ll hold my own with the axes and turn the Pope into ashes
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| Designed frequency, I’m a holy divine lyrical deity
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| Even atheists and heathens and non-believers believe in me
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| The punk-ass devil was born soft
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| I’ll pile-drive you like Paul Orndorff
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| Steal his pitchfork and rip his horns off
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| I’m the born force
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| Sick fuck, I’ll skin you alive and then carry the bones
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| Load the Ruger up and shoot you up like I’m Marion Jones
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| Vinnie is out of his dome, Guinea that carry the throne
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| Gimme, it’s that or be stoned, Trinity, that’ll be home
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| We 'bout to spas, R.A. |
| and Vinnie Paz
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| R.A. |
| and Vinnie Paz
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| We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck
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| We don’t give a fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck
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| New Jack pussy, young rappers think their rapping is good
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| Young rappers get treated like fetuses in Planned Parenthood
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| This ain’t no Mickey Mouse zip-a-dee-doo-dah Disney, it’s the claws of a grizzly
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| It ain’t Wayne and Drizzy, it’s Thorburn and Vinnie
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| And R.A. |
| that’s my brother there, anyone who unaware
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| I’m a leave 'em stumbling as if they had a ton of beer
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| I’m from Philly, ain’t a sucker to ever come from here
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| You a pussy, you see confrontation and you run from there
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| What kind of dirty bitch did your daddy put his sperm in?
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| Kiddie porn web searching, pervert jerking
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| You serpents is Satan’s servants
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| You get slain for certain if you put your faith inside of Satan serpents
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| Stick the blade inside you while I embrace you like my favorite person
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| Stay in Hell burning, slaves with chains on your brain like a turban
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| I make Abel kill Cain and get Bible pages reversing, brains
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| Bursting
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| It takes a taste of bourbon for me to rape a virgin
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| And Vinnie deal with mathematics like an Asian person
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| We 'bout to spas, R.A. |
| and Vinnie Paz
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| R.A. |
| and Vinnie Paz
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| We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck
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| We don’t give a fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck
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| Hands like Roberto Durán, it’s the flight 103 Pan Am
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| It’s the Gulf War between Iraq and Iran
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| Treat you like Indians, I’m snatching your land
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| I’m more Dapper than Dan
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| I’m Rakim, I master the plan
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| I bring The Roots without having a band
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| Without having a fan I could a never took care of my fam
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| I could a never done all the tours on the shores of Japan
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| Still would’ve slaughtered your man
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| Still would’ve aborted the plan
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| Still an apostle from Sham
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| Still I’m like God in Sudan
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| We 'bout to spas, R.A. |
| and Vinnie Paz
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| R.A. |
| and Vinnie Paz
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| We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck
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| We don’t give a fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck
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| We 'bout to spas
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| R.A. |
| and Vinnie Paz
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| We 'bout to spas
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| R.A. |
| and Vinnie Paz
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| We 'bout to spas
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| R.A. |
| and Vinnie Paz
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| We 'bout to spas
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| R.A. |
| and Vinnie Paz |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sam Peckinpah , by - R.A. The Rugged Man. Song from the album Legends Never Die, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп