[Excerpt from Casino]
"And guess, what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again. I don't give a fuck about you. You go get my money or I put your fuckin' brain to sleep"
[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah (pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!)
Yo, C! (Que pasa, hermano?)
Chionardo Da Vinci
Stu Bangas (Brutal music)
C'mon, man, it's Pack Pistol Pazzy, man
Fuckin' dickhead! You know the fuckin' time
You stupid! Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I put another forty in the trench
At my worst, I will still drop forty off the bench (I will!)
Your block not gory and your shorty is a wench (Dummy!)
The OG cookin' and I'm nauseous from the stench
This a nighthawk and a mag'
Say you fucked up one time but you talking to [?] (You talkin' to police)
My ahki need me, he call me, I'm right there (There!)
You muhfuckas tryna kill suttin' that's not there (There!)
Better to be a fisherman than given a fish
You was stuck inside the matrix, homie, this is a glitch
It's the bottom of the knife, pa, swing at the pitch
If we talkin' 'bout Oricha, then I'm bringin' a witch
Son gone, I ain't think of his name since (Nah)
And son know I'm good everywhere like I'm James Prince (Rap-A-Lot)
We gettin' paper, the arboretum
It's Covid lab shooters and they eastern European, ha!
"And guess, what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again. I don't give a fuck about you. You go get my money or I put your fuckin' brain to sleep"
[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah (pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!)
Yo, C! (Que pasa, hermano?)
Chionardo Da Vinci
Stu Bangas (Brutal music)
C'mon, man, it's Pack Pistol Pazzy, man
Fuckin' dickhead! You know the fuckin' time
You stupid! Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I put another forty in the trench
At my worst, I will still drop forty off the bench (I will!)
Your block not gory and your shorty is a wench (Dummy!)
The OG cookin' and I'm nauseous from the stench
This a nighthawk and a mag'
Say you fucked up one time but you talking to [?] (You talkin' to police)
My ahki need me, he call me, I'm right there (There!)
You muhfuckas tryna kill suttin' that's not there (There!)
Better to be a fisherman than given a fish
You was stuck inside the matrix, homie, this is a glitch
It's the bottom of the knife, pa, swing at the pitch
If we talkin' 'bout Oricha, then I'm bringin' a witch
Son gone, I ain't think of his name since (Nah)
And son know I'm good everywhere like I'm James Prince (Rap-A-Lot)
We gettin' paper, the arboretum
It's Covid lab shooters and they eastern European, ha!
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