Sadat X - Sam Pecknpah lyrics

I walk in the Pentagon with a blood soaked hatchet Leave the president's nose shattered Stretch his neck like go gadget, and toe tag it You a stone cold f*ggot I hold the chrome in a jacket Go toe to toe with a savage And roll you over a cactus Funeral's are closed caskets, coke addicts Chrome ratches, the whole package I'll beat Moses on the head with them stone tablets I k**ed Kennedy, brains blown all over Ona**is I'll hold my own with the axes And turn the pope into ashes Designed frequency, I'm a holy divine lyrical deity Even atheists and heathens and non-believers believe in me The punk-a** devil was born soft I'll piledrive you like Paul Orndorff Steal his pitchfork and rip his horns off I'm the born force Sick f**, I'll skin you alive and then carry the bones Load the ruger up and shoot you up like I'm Marion Jones Vinnie is out of his dome Guinea that carry the throne Gimme, it's that or be stoned Trinity, that'll be home We bout to spaz, R.A. and Vinnie Paz We don't give a f** New jack p**y, young rappers think their rapping is good Young rappers get treated like fetuses in planned parenthood This ain't no Mickey Mouse, zip-a-dee-doo-dah Disney It's the claws of a grizzly It ain't Wayne and Drizzy, it's Thorburn and Vinnie And R.A., that's my brother there, anyone who unaware I'mma leave em stumbling as if they had a ton of beer I'm from Philly, it ain't a s**er to ever come from here You a p**y, you see confrontation and you run from there What kind of dirty b**h did your daddy put his s**m in? Kiddie p**n web searchin', pervert jerkin, you serpents is Satan's servants You get slain for certain if you put your faith inside of Satan serpents Stick the blade in you while I embrace you like my favorite person Stay in Hell burning, slaves with chains on your brain like a turban I make Abel k** Cain and get bible pages reversin', brains burstin' It takes a taste of bourbon for me to rape a virgin And Vinnie deal with mathematics like an Asian person We bout to spaz, R.A.Annotate and Vinnie Paz We don't give a f** Hands like Roberto Durán, it's the flight 103 Pan Am It's the Gulf War between Iraq and Iran Treat you like Indians I'm snatching your land I'm more dapper than Dan, I'm Rakim I master the plan I bring the roots without having a band Without having a fan I coulda never took care of my fam I coulda never done all the tours on the shores of Japan Still would've slaughtered your man, still would've aborted the plan Still an apostle from Sham, still I'm like God in Sudan We bout to spaz, R.A. and Vinnie Paz We don't give a f**