Vinnie Paz - Bare Knuckle Boxing lyrics

[Intro] *Yeah* *A.O.T.P., 7L, ES* *7L, ES, Yeah* *Philly in the motherf**ing building* *Logan what up, Lost Cauze* *Little X what's good* [Verse 1 Esoteric] This is bare-knuckle boxing, what the hell walked in Chuck Liddell locked in steel cage with wage in oxen This is 7Ls concoction, there ain't no f**ing sample on no eBay auction It was a rapper popper sh**, my fashion, my world He came home with black guys like Kardashian girls Your thug image is getting old like Cameron Diaz I got more sixteens than a j**ish rehab They run the streets in Madia, more like the [?] I'm like the lethalist leader, I speak with evil demeaners You rap for keys and a beemer, to me you seem like a dreamer Get on your knees in my arena, you can't see me like Cena You only sleep with a heater, when they cut off your gas And this is animal rap, you think I'm speakin for P.E.T.A Think I'm a leadist like Jeter, your breath control emphysema ESC to nonbelievers with the speed of a cheetah (Ayo) [Verse 2: Ill Bill] Yo The god of war snuffed the hoe, and smacked the sh** out of Thor Rest in peace to Howie and be still for carnivore Since Christ video fist banged Hitler's wife Gone to script those types, long black pistol pipes [?] with my buddy, my tech 9 d**h finds many in the valley of the deaf and blind Genocidal idle vital violence spite an*lyze While the powers of the Earth collided, crisis Our survivals priceless f** with us, it's suicidal to arrive knifeless But guns is such a futile [?], this guy's righteous But he's never still overstill So you find him in the back lounge in the tour bus smoking kush Leave him be, let him do his drug You don't want to drink the E&J punching people in they're mouth with guns b**hes s**ing dick on they knees, scrounching tongue Exploded in the throat and exited from out her lungs Then exited through shattered windshield from out the bus Then splattered all over her woman friend's blouse and such Then she exited the bus on a [?] Still horny in a walk of shame through a crowd of thugs [Scratching] *Rip you out the frame* *Rip you out the frame* [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, Pazmanian Damien The .40 cal got the baddest curves, bullets crack through your sciatic nerve I use inverted human skulls so I can stash the herb My life consists of drinking alcohol and smashing birds A white boy with an accurate shot, Larry Bird It's bare-knuckle boxing, my fist will crack the curb I make hardbody music that they trash and [?] I carry RPGs like I'm an Arab [?] The black four pound silly but the mac absurd You a s**er, you pinch pennies and sell dimes I'm the father and I'm son slaughter like Mel Kwime I'm from Philly, it's where the Liberty Bell shines I'll let you f**ing have heaven p**y, cause hell's mine I drank a bottle of Fire Water and felt fine You an amirite, incapable how to tell time I'm the fire proprietor of a stealth mine I spit fire out my mouth but I inhale crime [Verse 4: Reef The Lost Cauze] Check it, yeah Superhero theme music, no mask and cape Just a bag of grape that's stickier than masking tape I'm a dooby head, higher than a groovy dread If you were a dope rapper at all, than you'd be dead When the gauge buck ya, you better pray s**a My team in the bean cut ya, word to blade runners Stay in your lane f**a, you a gutter ball Snuff your broad, I love no b**h unless it's a f**ing dog Forever fresh, still rockin' it, never left Sold out shows with white dudes in sweater vests The fly casual rhyme animal I am the wolf, jump off stage and tell you that I'm radical B-Boy stance, no gloves or headbands I rap and smoke weed, I'm just trynna be Redman Never trust the words of a would-be dead man Now rewind this sh** like [?] when he said fan [Outro] Yeah, A.O.T.P Yeah it's the army That's right We got uniforms and all that That's right, haha *Rip you out the frame* *Rip you out the frame* *Rip you out the frame* *Rip you out the frame*