[Intro]
Hey this fuckin' guy I tell this fuckin' guy
You got a fuckin' problem with me you got a fuckin' problem with my whole fuckin' fam, I'll smack the fuckin' taste out of your mouth
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah
Listen, Hell is hot and Satan there
Motherfuckers looking for your body like Malaysia Air
Halal dishes ain't no muh'fuckin' bacon here
I been sonnin' muh'fuckas since they had prenatal care
I called a lot of you rappers but don't answer
The coke put a hole in your choke like throat cancer
If you ain't trying to get hurt, then don't tamper
How you gonna shoot the gift with no Santa (Ho ho ho bitch)
How you gonna talk shit when you ain't real at all
I ain't have to smack your man up but he was still involved
Chainsaw, line em up, I will kill em all
Fill em all with a bunch of hollow tips, still halal
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
A pop chart to me (is what?)
Is just a graph to show how many times I blast to keep track of my armory (for real)
Tread these waters face a barricade of barracudas (grr)
Do I have to paraphrase for you lame excuses?
I just aim and shoot it
Cause the game's polluted
And you can die for just listening
This is dangerous music (yesss)
How you figure that?
Thinking you can phase a brother (no)
Do your Swiss army knife have a laser cutter? (no)
Or a surgeon scalpel
Lethal injection syringe and nine other types of blades that will disembowel
So when you see me dippin' bullets in Anthrax
I'm making sure these things kill when I'm pullin' the hammer back
Hey this fuckin' guy I tell this fuckin' guy
You got a fuckin' problem with me you got a fuckin' problem with my whole fuckin' fam, I'll smack the fuckin' taste out of your mouth
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah
Listen, Hell is hot and Satan there
Motherfuckers looking for your body like Malaysia Air
Halal dishes ain't no muh'fuckin' bacon here
I been sonnin' muh'fuckas since they had prenatal care
I called a lot of you rappers but don't answer
The coke put a hole in your choke like throat cancer
If you ain't trying to get hurt, then don't tamper
How you gonna shoot the gift with no Santa (Ho ho ho bitch)
How you gonna talk shit when you ain't real at all
I ain't have to smack your man up but he was still involved
Chainsaw, line em up, I will kill em all
Fill em all with a bunch of hollow tips, still halal
[Verse 2: Celph Titled]
A pop chart to me (is what?)
Is just a graph to show how many times I blast to keep track of my armory (for real)
Tread these waters face a barricade of barracudas (grr)
Do I have to paraphrase for you lame excuses?
I just aim and shoot it
Cause the game's polluted
And you can die for just listening
This is dangerous music (yesss)
How you figure that?
Thinking you can phase a brother (no)
Do your Swiss army knife have a laser cutter? (no)
Or a surgeon scalpel
Lethal injection syringe and nine other types of blades that will disembowel
So when you see me dippin' bullets in Anthrax
I'm making sure these things kill when I'm pullin' the hammer back
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