Ill Bill - The Vice of k**ing lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] It's a burgundy bath, everybody get turned into ash Being evil just something I made my personal task The G36 put you in surgery fast Everybody die regardless who first or who last d**h almost got me twice but he mercifully pa**ed I'll take your face off without using surgical masks I wouldn't call it an ego but I'm certainly ga**ed This isn't the Desert Eagle but it certainly smash If I don't get money from rhyming that's a fateful day I might have to take it back to the kitchen like Rachael Ray I don't put no work in with b**hes, I'm trying to scrape today Anywhere in my environment is not the place to play If I'm hungry in need of food I'll pull a skully down I don't f** with workers, I'm gunning whoever run the town I got enough clips with me to spit a hundred rounds I'm the father of Christ and y'all are just the son of clowns I don't think that y'all can f** with Vinnie but let's see I'mma have this f**ing Lama looking like Jet Li Everybody who is anybody respects me I'll have you bleeding out your back like it's a jet ski [Hook: Ill Bill] Motherf**er, what's really real, really ill? Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel, yo we really will Through windshields, windpipes and car seats You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Brutal tribes indulge in slavery and human sacrifice The shooters pack devices capable of proving lack of life With no compa**ion, ratchet action, flashing, fashion Blast for cash, a**a**ins faster than the flash Ama** a body count, surpa** the sound barrier And shattered by the splatter, rattled you Waking shaking sober, gats that kick back and dislocate your shoulder Decapitate your head and chop you in half, pop you and laugh ? in gas find you amongst the cowards and f*gs Find me holding the rifle on the watchtower with plans So never underestimate me or the power of Paz Lock you in the room with the lion, now how would you last? You can't fight the king of the jungle, he'll devour you fast Put you underneath the dirt next to the flowers and gra** At the funeral mommas and dads get showered with gats You k** one us and we'll k** one of you, counterattack Thousands of stacks from hustling these powders and cracks [Hook] [Verse 3: Reef The Lost Cauze] I f**ing pick and peel your chain, Official Pistol Gang From k** Devil Hills to Pennsylvain we be gripping change You little pencil brains, before I lose to you I'll cut my nuts and slit my veins, all y'all do is b**h complain Henny and pills, plenty of steel On the block with fifties and krill word to Vinnie and Bill In South Philly for real, my hood is guineas and Campbells n***as and dirty Irish who think that they SAMCRO And oh my fan know the stream, f** the man yo No book em, Danno, you ain't Rambo Don't put twenty in your hand bone when my fam roam That's when the grams go, soft white, my n***as call it that damn snow And f** hip hop, I got sick pot in ziplocks I get from stoners in Cali rocking flip flops One brand is called Sit-Stop cause after one hit That b**h'll have you dancing with the stars like Rick Fox [Hook] [Verse 4: Sabac] Yo we have walked back together to gorillas and wolves The illest of goons, the room is filled with k**ers and booze Pretty soon we breaking in your office building with tools Assa**inate the CEO for catching feelings and moods The steel at the moon got us raising hell on the block If they manipulate us like a pretty face and smelly twat Tell me what is power, cash, hand, guns, and hoorah A brutal task between thieves, priests, nuns and Korans I'm on a path that has the cash, has bigger and better things I've been with veteran medicine men headed to Medellin Bring the noise and avoid the vicious cycle of prison It's all poison, Kool G Rap, Michael Bivins Speed of NASCAR, "rooh", Madagascar soon Consume a rock star "ooh" Allahu Akbar "boom!" Wounded and k**ed, rumours are real Israeli steel caught your peoples in the grill, now the tomb is concealed