Vinnie Paz - M.O.B. lyrics

[Verse 1] Snake charmer, equal opportunity hate monger I hold the weight in my straight left like H. Harver Vinnie chop ya f**in head cause his blade sharper And every rhyme I f**in spit is a grenade launcher I'm an insane author, a nonhuman Who studied the? test from John von Neumann Something happens in my brain when the guitar strum Bitin me would be insane cause it scars lungs These all guns, and I can handle em You mean as much to me as uncle Sam and them So I choose not to abuse telepathy Cause it's dangerous like the Soviets weaponry Let's see whos next to me, burn at the f**in stake Then I can throw the f*ggot urn in the f**in lake Give me a f**in break you know what this is Pazienza, men of business (Chorus)*scratches* [Verse 2]I'm Abdullah the Butcher, pay respect or I'm pulling the cooker You might as well k** yourself, I'm thrilling to push you Even if you survive son, you still b**h Cause I'm waiting anxiously to pull the k** switch Your body still stiff, rigor mortis I bring pain, it's just raw, it's King's chorus I seen pain that was pure, it's rich ? I seen brains that was poured on six corners Listen to orders, Vinnie Paz remains heartless That's due to my fixation on the darkness Just give me a forty, a idiot, and Billy Dee You'll see what the psychology of Philly really be Yeah, I'm from the birth place of Rocky My left hook to the body is like Arturo Gatti You couldn't stop me, I f**ing brain drill I stick around a while to witness how the pain feels