Lyrics Golan & Globus - Heavy Metal Kings, Vinnie Paz, Ill Bill

Golan & Globus

Spit real game
I’ll blast on you as you pass on through
Catch you right where you stand
Come on
Leave you FUBAR
Quicker than eager shooters
Some bleeding tumors
Squeezing screaming UZIs
Some scheming losers at Peter Luger’s
Goons with AK’s and SUVs, creeps with eagles and Ubers
Shoot and cruise in blue Subarus
Pursuing you with Rugers
This is slasher flicks with masochistic > ❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓< Intense like a pistol
popper
Surrounded by savage clones and assassin drones
Laughable, just stay flammable like acetone
Made by Yakub high in his laboratory
The crafted leopard suicide is mandatory
Sharper than Capricorn horns and Manowar swords
G’s overseas like a Hasselhoff song
Yo it’s a war and I was born for it
Rugers will turn your soul to ether
Smash your motherfucking bones in half like when you fold a pizza
Have to hold the heater
Cause I blast when I’m in Rome with Caesar
On the road to Giza, beautiful like Testarossa features
Told the oldest teacher that control the only holy creature
Blow the fucking speaker with a vocal of a soulless leader
My (gas/guest) the only feature, my rap’s a Mona Lisa
A wack verse of me is as likely as a cold
Ibiza
You got a .22 but do a lotta chopper talk
Me, I’m armed to the teeth, I let this fucking chopper bark
You make pill-popping music, pussy, knock it off
Beat him to submission and then kick him like a soccer ball
Having everybody watching him bleed
Have to teach you motherfuckers how to talk to your seed
I’m from where young boys stash crack in they socks
And pop out on motherfuckers like a Jack in a box, dummy