Ladies and gentlemen
Vinnie Paz
Y'all better listen to this
Yo, yo, I'm Jesus, my right hand writes diseases
My left hand will strike and fight your weakness
I'm covered in blood wherever the feast is
Find me covered in blood wherever police is
I'm covered in blood wherever your niece is
I'm covered in mud from burying heaters
Vinnie Paz, fuck whoever Vinnie Paz pleases
Hit you in the chest 'til you don't even know what breathe is
We demons, with bloodlust for heathens
Born through a storm on a sea with Galileans
In cold regions, we rockin' it well
And that's why every fucking time I drop it, it sell
And that's why every fucking time I'm dropping a shell
And that's why every fucking time I pop it, you yell
Mock you in Hell, you motherfuckers can't stop us
You more overhyped than Elián González
Ayo, we speak now, or forever hold our peace
A-O-T-P, shook rappers call police
I'm savage, I'm-I'm-I'm savage
I write rhymes in pitch blackness
Ayo, we speak now, or forever hold our peace
A-O-T-P, shook rappers call police
I'm savage, I'm-I'm-I'm savage
I write rhymes in pitch blackness
Yo, yo, I melt you like candle wax
You a waste product like fanny packs
I handicap, give panic attacks like anthrax
You catch a, foreign disease like overseas
Fuck foreign MCs, I bring Thor to his knees
I'm a master like Fard, I bombard and blast hard
With glass shards, amass God, you bastard
This is rap jihad, you a retard
I'm rolling through Islamabad like the shit's my backyard
You ready? I'm heavy like the case of Chandon Livry
Claiming that you crazy, 730 bugged
When you actually 180, a halfway thug
Yo, my ass stay drugged off dope tracks and raps
Girls with nice racks and 200-dollar hats
It's a world I can't escape, my brain's curling great weight
This shit is sick, yeah, I'd make the greatest hits
But I can't fit every verse I ever spit on one disc
Cats talk shit, this is what they get
A grand prize, two black eyes, and a busted lip
And for being rude, we include a brutal beating
I'll have you eating food through a feeding tube as you're retreating
Ayo, we speak now, or forever hold our peace
A-O-T-P, shook rappers call police
I'm savage, I'm-I'm-I'm savage
I write rhymes in pitch blackness
Ayo, we speak now, or forever hold our peace
A-O-T-P, shook rappers call police
I'm savage, I'm-I'm-I'm savage
I write rhymes in pitch blackness
A'ight, a'ight, hold up, hold up, settle down
Listen up, you motherfuckers
It's the last time you gonna hear me like this shit
So I'ma show you why I'm the king of this shit
Apathetic
Enhanced tactical fighting machinery, combating on army scenery
Strategically moving my mics like Stratego
I generate graphics like Neo Geo
Flying science, I incite riots, try it, why it's
Violence at maximum levels, the difference of angels and devils
Rectangles and circles, TECs fatal to murder
Techniques unheard of, next week I'm famous
Greatest to latest with the upper hand like four aces
In poker, approaching jokers, loc, I load and stroke the trigger
.38 Caliber bullets travel through barrels
Ripping through apparel, parallel to where medics with sterile scalpels
Dwell in swelling organs of felons, bullets obliterate melons
With ease, police yell "freeze!", ease the gun down
Under the influence of trees, alleyways I run down
Panting and handling mechanical weapons I'm brandishing
Fleeing from wooded areas, I camouflage to vanish in
"Release the dogs!" Sounds of hounds pound my eardrums
Here comes a fearsome Doberman, poke him in his cerebrum
I'm almost free, around a tree I glance, advancing slowly
Cautiously, awkwardly, while negotiators talk to me
Too dark, I see the light, but not the squad car
It's coming from the sky, bright green, what an odd star
The odds are I'll blast off, barely a clip
But then I noticed the strange star was an alien ship
Just as the bullet grazed my temple, the ship shot out a beam
It was green and it paralyzed the whole SWAT team
Cops floated in air and their weapons disassembled
I tremble for my metal but I'm frozen in the mental
Unaware that I was in control of the ships in the air
And how the cops turn, if they ever return
If they bodies burn like candles on the mantle in the urn
I forced them to learn, I played God like George Burns