[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Junkyard Dog, real dirty and mean
Take your face off cousin, I'mma surgery fiend
The type of cat that would rather just be heard than be seen
Hold a gat, at the end of its a burgundy beam
We serving the fiends, with a dose of the uncut
And when there's beef with the heat, they don't want what
You just waiting for the bomb to reign
Put your body in a hole like Saddam Hussein
So guard your frame when the .45 shells drop
Cause it's dark and it's hot like in hell hot
Vinnie Paz on some other sh**
I like my gat chrome, back bone and a rubber grip
Licking shots at the government
With a knife out at the White House right in front of it
That's who you f**ing with, I'mma sick monster
Slam dance in the muhf**ing pit monster
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Listen I ain't gon' play no more
Beat a f*ggot till he ain't f**ing gay no more
We gon' stay making hits, this is infinite
This is Vinnie Paz world, you just live in it
You just living in my world of doom
Until Jedi Mind decide to build your tomb
I build with goons, build with brother that's hustling leak
And there ain't nobody that's rawer than us on the beat
Ain't nobody rawer than Paz-Man
Cause I can drop a mmuhf**ing bomb on you like the Gap Band
We coming strapped man, it's a war cousin
Hit you with the Ric Flair figure four cousin
Barry Windham right hand to your jaw cousin
Road Warriors, Animal and Hawk cousin
Take a walk cousin, cause I'm done witchu
Or you'll be looking down the barrel of a gun or two
[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
I'm coming for your head
Like something from the Dawn of the Dead
Vito Corleone style, horse on a bed
Thoughts on a bed from a hallow tip
Chop off your f**ing tongue, make you swallow it
You the type that got, I'mma do Diallo hit
The type to admit you f*ggot and be proud of it
Turn it down a bit, I can't think daddy
I think I need another muhf**ing drink daddy
I think I'll hit the f**ing bar with King Size
Who's these muhf**ers dressing in pink guys?
You a retard, claim to be street smart
But you the first one to run when the beat start
You f**ing sweetheart, you're in the wrong game
Beat your head till you dead with a long chain
Jedi Mind Tricks gon' have a long reign
And the opposite of pleasure is all pain