| Who the fuck is you?
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| Yeah, Pistolero Pazienza
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| Know what I mean
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| Yeah, I’m headhunting
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| We walk this dog let 'em breathe
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| I set this motherfucker off like I’m a Bolshevik
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| I hold the toaster grip, reduce the choir to a soloist
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| Unload the clip and leave a hole in shit the size of
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| Patrol the vulture pit, I’m leaving Marx in 'em like socialists
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| It is the moment that you realize you’re just not a vocalist
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| The coldest is as close to it as Milošević
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| A male chauvinist, you can cross it off of your grocery list
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| You’re holding swollen ribs, I’m beholding the Odin
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| The dope is odorless, getting hold of it kinda onerous
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| We all felonious, I got dogs, and homie they Dobermans
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| We noblemen, it’s oxygen, hemoglobin and odorous
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| So close your lips, Akhi the shotty will leave you frozen stiff
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| I blow the fifth, homie, the hole the size of a poker chip
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| The yopper ownership, just another level of showmanship
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| I have the show, you jokers getting the bulk of it
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| And hit his lower limbs, now it’s closure homie, it’s over with
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| Fuck out the way pa, I’m coming through
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| I’m Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
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| Pussy, who the fuck is you?
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| Come on, who the fuck is you?
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| Fuck out my way papa, I’m coming through
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| I’m Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
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| Pussy, who the fuck is you?
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| Come on, who the fuck is you?
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| Come on, who the fuck is you?
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| I’m Pistolero Pazzy so every chopper reliable
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| The brujeria banger, the murders is justifiable
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| It’s headshots homie, the body identifiable
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| The body parts intact but the face is unrecognizable
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| The weaponry is sizable, all of it modifiable
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| The doctor told my mother her child is certifiable
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| This Gucci lamb leather is terror, homie it’s dye-able
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| Serial number off, money, they ain’t classifiable
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| It’s way too cold and the temperature ain’t survivable
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| These hollow points, homie, the horror is indescribable
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| They think that I’m maniacal, mercenaries is glamorous
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| The Desert Eagle ain’t even deadly, homie, it’s cancerous
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| The rhyme annihilation, obliteration calamitous
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| I took a vote to see if you pussy, it was unanimous
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| A motherfucking son of an emperor, I’m Britannicus
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| The temple of a riot, the mind of a psychoanalyst
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| Fuck out the way pa, I’m coming through
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| I’m Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
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| Pussy, who the fuck is you?
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| Come on, who the fuck is you?
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| Fuck out my way papa, I’m coming through
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| I’m Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
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| Pussy, who the fuck is you?
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| Come on, who the fuck is you?
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| Come on, who the fuck is you?
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| Who the fuck is you?
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| Who the fuck is you? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Am the Chaos , by - Vinnie Paz. Song from the album As Above so Below, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп