Road Warrior Vinnie Paz (Ft. Adlib & Slaine)

Yeah, Pazienza
Yo Lib, what up baby?
Slaine, my brother from another
Philly to the Bean all day
Official Pistol Gang
Ill Rock

[Verse 1: Adlib]
Road Warrior, murdering miles
Guzzle bottles, splash puddles on models
Got the club shit that you catch on the dial
This that drug shit that get kept in the vials
Wild style, staying in a box-car
Fame in the street, entourage of rock stars
Pop lock up cars, switch up daily
Dive bar, shitty store, sniffers pay we
Outlaws, alcohol fuel our cravings
Blow cigars, get scarred, fuck safety
Risk takers, paper chasers
Box your motherfucking face with razors
Ruthless assholes, my crew's so rotten
Sloppy strippers on the pole for oxy
Not from the Carter that they cop from poppy
Nazi cops want a red dot and pop me
I'm hunting zombies, with Pun on repeat
Knee deep in shits creek, no tongue and cheek
When I speak it reeks from the curb
Listen, start itching to rob
If not, then the slob ain't doing his job
So dance with the devil before you go meet your god