Vinnie Paz - Eraserheads lyrics

"Here it come, come." "Here it come, come." "Stay dope boy, on guard, real sharp Write rhymes that's real hard" - Gemini The Gifted One [Celph Titled:] The sound of my voice will make stab wounds Father of the Universe leaving planets with half moons I have a**umed that those who choose to make rap music have no talent at music So me and Vinnie came to grab your head and put a gat to it [Vinnie Paz:] I bring the.45 Glock and the.38 AR-15 send their body to the pearly gates Me and Celph ain't making happy music, this is truly hate Toby Hooper in this motherf**er cousin, saw his face [Celph Titled:] And when we're holding the Tec we'll put a hole in your neck Equipping you with a permanent T-Pain vocal effect I ain't a flossy dude sipping 'Mo But if I was I'd pop that cork off in your b**h's a**hole (Let 'em know) [Vinnie Paz:] That's how that ho get treated, she get the smut treatment Toss her out the whip, leave her on the rough cement Celph and Vinnie will deliver an abrupt beating And the Walther 9M will leave your guts leaking [Celph Titled:] Your video had the best special effects I seen Had you in the projects using computer blue screens (Know what I mean?) [Vinnie Paz:] You phony motherf**ers never held a ratchet ever You was in the f*ggot bar with Kanye strapped in leather "Stay dope boy, on guard, real sharp Write rhymes that's real hard" - Gemini The Gifted One [Celph Titled:] I never thought I'd get a b**h pregnant ever Until my main squeeze gave birth to a baby Beretta The more gravy the better, don't holler just yell It's like the night before Christmas, I can't wait to see Hell [Vinnie Paz:] I can't wait to see Hell either I'm a run up on the first motherf**er that I see with a rusty cleaver I ain't a s**er neither and no one f** with Vinnie Fat gut, wife-beater, pasta, I'm a f**ing guinea [Celph Titled:] I'll smash a mirror, I'll walk under a ladder I'll let a black cat cross my path, it don't matter Cause I ain't superstitious and I don't fear nothing You're talking all that tough sh** [Vinnie Paz:] But you's a queer fronting And y'all are snitch but let me tell you something, you ain't hear nothing I like to refer to my trigger as the fear bu*ton I don't fear nothing either, I just co*k the pistol I like the way the bullet burst and what it do to tissue "Stay dope boy, on guard, real sharp Write rhymes that's real hard" - Gemini The Gifted One [Celph Titled:] Yo we blazing son like g**ners with laser guns My rap verses are curses and scriptures spit with a razor tongue Nitwit I play ancient drums to conjure up demon spirits that appear in smoke out of a pagan's lungs I'm everything: hardcore, complex, original Yeah that one test, the disciple of d**h C-Titled is Christ-like, salmon at Red Lobster And C-Titled's the best at blamming hammers at imposters Get your a** whooped with automatic hazard causers You can't make tables turn, you got bad revolvers Faulty guns that go [click] when you pull the trigger Mine's go [blick blick], it's sick when I pull the trigger [Vinnie Paz:] It don't matter how we get down, guns or rhymes I'm white and raw like the perico chico, tons of dimes I got a way with wild sh** cousin, tons of crimes Tons of forty-fives, AKs, tons of knives "Stay dope boy, on guard, real sharp Write rhymes that's real hard" - Gemini The Gifted One