[Vinnie Paz - Verse I]
Your liver taste exquisite with Chianti
The uppercut is so vicious that it could lift a donkey
I pop pills and cop k**, the visions haunt me
k** him then bring him back to life and forgive a zombie
Load the shotty up and hit him in the prison lobby
The closest thing you got to p**y is doing b**hes laundry
Youz a s**er, motherf**er, and that should alarm me
You ain't carrying hammers, you a fictitious army
Y'all make Drake look hard bodied, that sh** appall me
And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey
Unless you want your f**ing head shattered, get up off me
I'm about to break fool on you, catch a hommie
Pull the motherf**ing biscuit out catch a body
Italian luxury and I ain't talking Maserati
The fist hit you dead in the chest the kamikaze
The flying monkey is Ozbourne like I was Ozzy
[Jarren Benton - Verse II]
All I need is one mic, three syringes and two rocks
I rap like I got Pac's dead corpse in a shoe box
I'm a retard, Jarren stay on that stupid sh**
So disrespectful I slapped Christ off his crucifix
I go to your funeral punch the eulogist
Papa used to tell me that rapping ain't f**ing lucrative
That's foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous
f** your opinion goddamn it we 'bout to do this sh**
Boxcutter hooligan
Look what this blade would do to him
f** a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of gin
k** him then I stand over his body then I shoot again
f** coke, get high off of pesticides and fumigants
I'm an animal, I grew up in the pits of hell
I'm strong enough to punch through the ocean and f**ing k** a whale
Scalpels and all sorts of a**ortments
b**h, I'm a pimp I can sell sh** to a toilet
So scram with your f*ggot a**
Don't make me let the semi blast
f** a gun, don't make me pop the trunk and pull out Vinnie Paz
Y'all some h*mos, rappers talking 'bout finny bags
Keep the conversation brief but we ain't talking clinic ash
Just read a sh**ty comment now my day is ruined
You 'bout as gay as a B2K reunion
I'm an innovator give a sh** what they were doin'
Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard so now my neighbors movin'
Adidas on my feet, it's never Reeboks
Hops'll say he dropping his album right after Detox
I'm into bestiality, getting head from an Ewok
You n***as got it f**ed up like a blood trying to C-walk
I throw you off a tree top, in a Chevy bumping Pete Rock
b**h I'm off the wall just like f**ed up Sheetrock
Doctor Lecter, I eat you rappers get Ethered
Been the sh** since Papa skeeted me out his urethra