Jedi Mind Tricks - Hell's Messenger lyrics

I don't leave nothing to chance, it's no one to guess And I play everything real close to the chest The 2016 Range Rover is next And I walk through the Valley of d**h with no stress Marvelous money to murder y'all, gold bullion Fifty dudes, parkside, k**ers wear skully on That's the gla** table that I'm putting your medulla on Black trees, black ski mask, black uniform The shiny black .45 is my b**h 'Cause I understand that nothing in the world is a gift Ain't no magic what I'm doin', ain't no Merlin in this The stupidity the reason Donald Sterling exist (you stupid f**) I was eating pills with Van Morrison in Gloria At the Waldorf Astoria, called shorty up If you're looking for a father figure, call Maury up You a Dr. Seuss rapper, made the whole story up Who the one that always gotta drink? That's me! Always getting thrown into the bing? That's me! The one that always holding all the hammers? That's me! Who run up in the club and go bananas? That's me! Who the one that always gotta drink? That's me! Always getting thrown into the bing? That's me! The one that always holding all the hammers? That's me! Who run up in the club and go bananas? That's me! Oyster Perpetual and bottles of Chandon Everything you thought that existed is long gone Waiting on an opium shipment from Hong Kong Y'all approach to what we created is all wrong Everything that we emulated are raw songs Everything that y'all haven't made is in poor form ECW Jerry Lynn when he fought strong You an a**hole masturbating to soft p**n No guns, iron deficiency, you anemic Audio h**n intravenous, my sunlight Phoenix Love the second the boss seen it The route take longer but it's much more scenic See, me and my brothers have been waiting for a while now Giving you the time to get your wack-a** style down Matter fact I think we gon' have us a pow-wow Your guns go boom-boom, mines go BAOW BAOW Who the one that always gotta drink? That's me! Always getting thrown into the bing? That's me! The one that always holding all the hammers? That's me! Who run up in the club and go bananas? That's me! Who the one that always gotta drink? That's me! Always getting thrown into the bing? That's me! The one that always holding all the hammers? That's me! Who run up in the club and go bananas? That's me! Stoupe whattup!! They bitin' our sh**, silly, Papa That's why we gotta reinvent the whole sh** Yo, word is God, I ain't dissing y'all by name I just slappin' y'all in the face, stealin' our sh**, man How many years? 15 years? Nah that's not long enough