[Chorus x4]
Who want rum but me, the bombaclot gon' run
[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, one-two
Look
[Verse 1]
The first impression is the last impression
If you walked inside my shoes, you couldn't last a second
And my body filled with toxins like a Staph infection
Everything I did official, that's my last confession
Gunshots have you screamin' like a Baptist Reverend
It's body parts everywhere, that's a past obsession
Every member of the order has a massive weapon
The illusion of the abyss, the past and present
I'm the dweller of the threshold, class in session
That's destruction of the self over bastard henchmen
Alhamdulillah, pa, that's a massive blessing
Black guns, black heart, even black intestines
We don't snitch here, no reason to ask a question
Anyone whoever did we talk to gats elected
Magazine on the .44, mag extended
And then Holy Wayne told me 'bout the mass ascension
Yeah
Who want rum but me, the bombaclot gon' run
[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, one-two
Look
[Verse 1]
The first impression is the last impression
If you walked inside my shoes, you couldn't last a second
And my body filled with toxins like a Staph infection
Everything I did official, that's my last confession
Gunshots have you screamin' like a Baptist Reverend
It's body parts everywhere, that's a past obsession
Every member of the order has a massive weapon
The illusion of the abyss, the past and present
I'm the dweller of the threshold, class in session
That's destruction of the self over bastard henchmen
Alhamdulillah, pa, that's a massive blessing
Black guns, black heart, even black intestines
We don't snitch here, no reason to ask a question
Anyone whoever did we talk to gats elected
Magazine on the .44, mag extended
And then Holy Wayne told me 'bout the mass ascension
Yeah
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