Vinnie Paz - The Coffin lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Yo, Les, what up papa? Juju Gigante, y'kna mean? Goblin Queens New York, Philly out here We shining [Verse 1] The four-fifth symphony lift him It'll spin your head around like a rotisserie chicken I was born on the Red Sea, Abyssinian vision We ain't A-Alikes, God, we completely different How much more proof you need that the boy crazy? I carry four pounds, like a premature baby p**y boy, coming out his mouth, all shady I will punch him in his f**ing teeth, all gravy I'm liable to take a young boy lunch box And if it's any resistance, then you gon' get punched ahk I catch homis, Lord, harder than punk rock I remember 'xactly where I was when they slumped Pac Quintetto had everything, but got co*ky Philly wop with nice hands, but not Rocky Mommy making [?] good, but it got sloppy Yous a b**h, Benny Blanco when he shot Papi [Verse 2] The left hook startle 'em, the end is a mean right Sublime nature, I am from the sons of the Green Light I could tell from your eyes, something don't seem right Hands shake, brittle, so I know you the queen type It's 550 Sonoran, force is absurd And God told me the pen is the source of the word How he call himself a rapper, but he awkward with words? In a city I diddy bop, walk with a bird Let's be honest, money, you just mediocre at best And these cop k**ers going to put a hole in your chest I'm Vido Loncar throwing blows at the ref You like Luke on Hoth, almost frozen to d**h The straight right'll lift his f**ing p**y out of shoes With no counters coming back and that's the point I'm trying to prove You ain't get the f**ing point? That's the point that I don't lose You can see me muhf**er, I'll annoince you on the news Yeah