Jedi Mind Tricks - Merchant Of War lyrics

Why you cuddle it a hard I sleep with the four Official Pistol Gang, we be the reapers of war It doesn't mean that you're welcome, cause you're kicking the door I'm the boss, why you filing grievances for? Graph writers use the thump out toys Keep em both eyes open for them jump out boys I will body motherf**ers if they pump that noise Been down since Disco 3, become fat boys Let me fall back, let me take a sip at the bar Cause Vinnie in the hood like I'm fixing your car I'm the overlord, I don't need permission from y'all I get a migraine every time I listen to y'all Listen, y'all ain't never living the best With em hollow tip bullets spit quicker than Ritz The nine always concealed, I'm letting his b**h breathe Your body gonna be mistaken for Swiss cheese The front and the back, what you want? Where you at? When my k**ers with the pistol grip pump on your lap Where the blunt? Where the gat? Where the funk? Where the strap? When my k**ers with the pistol grip pump on your lap This another hell storm, point blank, male born The ambulance take you away and not care gone Dirt weed in a backpack full of Krylon Move rock for y'all without seeing the pylon None of y'all could ever be on the level that I'm on Traveling trajectories with crystals made of ion Jeffrey Hunter need to find another place to die on I don't know what d** y'all motherf**ers high on Whoever told you, you should do it, gave you bad advice I'mma put a few in you then blast you in the afterlife You ain't even half as nice, bloodier than pa**ion Christ You want a body? Give me a pen, a bottle and gla** of ice I'mma do it my way, fish and edamame Chase of every fine gla** of wine with a latte My music age well like it's related to Shadai Vinnie put a few shots into you like Bombay The front and the back, what you want? Where you at? When my k**ers with the pistol grip pump on your lap Where the blunt? Where the gat? Where the funk? Where the strap? When my k**ers with the pistol grip pump on your lap