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  • I'm infatuated with the fast line life
    My forehead lacerated like they just framed christ
    Or ***** captivated when I'm activated
    Nine planets under my palm, y'all ****** have to hate it
    I let y'all debate who the one who rap the greatest
    Deadweight ****** get your ****ing souls assassinated
    The most manic depressive snatching your necklace
    Passive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record
    Your team is gay, how manage to rep it?
    I'm the slum chemistry faggots get disconnected
    Venomous rhetoric flooding your block, you're too delicate
    Hot slugs and metal rip, can't wait to see the pellets hit
    [Verse 2: Des Devious]
    Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul
    Snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll
    Big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll
    Made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould
    Yeah, see ****** slug it out for absolutely nothing
    Like rumours on who they baby momma's sucking and ****ing (me)
    Debating on who running the block them ****** be hugging
    ? crunch time guess who doing the buzzing (me)
    That's why this ***** bringing up my name in lame discussion
    Should be serving life for hammers and weight that I'm clutching
    Four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track
    Cut no slack, just react so bring it back *****
    [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
    I was raised in the Congo by religiously trained Santos
    With horns from the trees and magnificent played bongos
    Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out
    With my bare hands, there's blood on my grand poncho
    I don't give a flying **** though, we all nutso
    Put you in a wall underneath where they lay stucco
    If I was you I'd pray, bucko
    You could be the first ************ that I cut and the vein cut slow
    Speaking of the cut though rawer than Peruvian
    And Vinnie P blast with heat like I'm Vesuvian
    If y'all wanna overstand death then y'all should screw with him
    Hooligans who beef when it ain't got nothing to do with them
    [Verse 4: Demoz]
    Where I'm from ****** wouldn't dare to take the same route
    I ain't gotta say no names to get my name out
    It's ****ed up what the game about but
    Voices ain't been the same since T-Pain came out
    If you ain't shooting you gonna get shot
    But nowadays ****** is *****, they do the shooting when they get shot
    Get your ***** shot, chin shot
    Spit a shell, not a rap to make your **********ing hip pop
    I don't get shot, I stay strapped like a flip-flop
    Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got
    If not they gonna have to put me in the dirt
    It's either that or they gonna have to cuff me, book like a clerk
    Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell
    Miserable as hell cause a ***** wouldn't tell
    School of hard knocks, ***** wouldn't fail
    Got detention for a cell so they put me in the cell
  • I'm infatuated with the fast line life
    My forehead lacerated like they just framed christ
    Or ***** captivated when I'm activated
    Nine planets under my palm, y'all ****** have to hate it
    I let y'all debate who the one who rap the greatest
    Deadweight ****** get your ****ing souls assassinated
    The most manic depressive snatching your necklace
    Passive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record
    Your team is gay, how manage to rep it?
    I'm the slum chemistry faggots get disconnected
    Venomous rhetoric flooding your block, you're too delicate
    Hot slugs and metal rip, can't wait to see the pellets hit
    [Verse 2: Des Devious]
    Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul
    Snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll
    Big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll
    Made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould
    Yeah, see ****** slug it out for absolutely nothing
    Like rumours on who they baby momma's sucking and ****ing (me)
    Debating on who running the block them ****** be hugging
    ? crunch time guess who doing the buzzing (me)
    That's why this ***** bringing up my name in lame discussion
    Should be serving life for hammers and weight that I'm clutching
    Four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track
    Cut no slack, just react so bring it back *****
    [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
    I was raised in the Congo by religiously trained Santos
    With horns from the trees and magnificent played bongos
    Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out
    With my bare hands, there's blood on my grand poncho
    I don't give a flying **** though, we all nutso
    Put you in a wall underneath where they lay stucco
    If I was you I'd pray, bucko
    You could be the first ************ that I cut and the vein cut slow
    Speaking of the cut though rawer than Peruvian
    And Vinnie P blast with heat like I'm Vesuvian
    If y'all wanna overstand death then y'all should screw with him
    Hooligans who beef when it ain't got nothing to do with them
    [Verse 4: Demoz]
    Where I'm from ****** wouldn't dare to take the same route
    I ain't gotta say no names to get my name out
    It's ****ed up what the game about but
    Voices ain't been the same since T-Pain came out
    If you ain't shooting you gonna get shot
    But nowadays ****** is *****, they do the shooting when they get shot
    Get your ***** shot, chin shot
    Spit a shell, not a rap to make your **********ing hip pop
    I don't get shot, I stay strapped like a flip-flop
    Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got
    If not they gonna have to put me in the dirt
    It's either that or they gonna have to cuff me, book like a clerk
    Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell
    Miserable as hell cause a ***** wouldn't tell
    School of hard knocks, ***** wouldn't fail
    Got detention for a cell so they put me in the cell