The Vice Of Killing

Heavy metal king!
 It's a burgundy bath, everybody get turned into ash
 Being evil just something I made my personal task
 The G36 put you in surgery fast
 Everybody die regardless who first or who last
 Death almost got me twice but he mercifully passed
 I'll take your face off without using surgical masks
 I wouldn't call it an ego but I'm certainly gassed
 This isn't the Desert Eagle but it certainly smash
 If I don't get money from rhyming that's a fateful day
 I might have to take it back to the kitchen like Rachael Ray
 I don't put no work in with bitches, I'm trying to scrape today
 Anywhere in my environment is not the place to play
 If I'm hungry in need of food I'll pull a skully down
 I don't fuck with workers, I'm gunning whoever run the town
 I got enough clips with me to spit a hundred rounds
 I'm the father of Christ and y'all are just the son of clowns
 I don't think that y'all can fuck with Vinnie but let's see
 I'mma have this fucking Lama looking like Jet Li
 Everybody who is anybody respects me
 I'll have you bleeding out your back like it's a jet ski
 Motherfucker, what's really real, really ill?
 Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel, yo we really will
 Through windshields, windpipes and car seats
 You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie Brutal tribes indulge in slavery and human sacrifice
 The shooters pack devices capable of proving lack of life
 With no compassion, ratchet action, flashing, fashion
 Blast for cash, assassins faster than the flash
 Amass a body count, surpass the sound barrier
 And shattered by the splatter, rattled you
 Waking shaking sober, gats that kick back and dislocate your shoulder
 Decapitate your head and chop you in half, pop you and laugh? in gas find you amongst the cowards and fags
 Find me holding the rifle on the watchtower with plans
 So never underestimate me or the power of Paz
 Lock you in the room with the lion, now how would you last?
 You can't fight the king of the jungle, he'll devour you fast
 Put you underneath the dirt next to the flowers and grass
 At the funeral mommas and dads get showered with gats
 You kill one us and we'll kill one of you, counterattack
 Thousands of stacks from hustling these powders and cracks
 I fucking pick and peel your chain, Official Pistol Gang
 From Kill Devil Hills to Pennsylvain we be gripping change
 You little pencil brains, before I lose to you
 I'll cut my nuts and slit my veins, all y'all do is bitch complain
 Henny and pills, plenty of steel
 On the block with fifties and krill word to Vinnie and Bill
 In South Philly for real, my hood is guineas and Campbells
 Niggas and dirty Irish who think that they SAMCRO
 And oh my fan know the stream, fuck the man yo
 No book em, Danno, you ain't Rambo
 Don't put twenty in your hand bone when my fam roam
 That's when the grams go, soft white, my niggas call it that damn snow
 And fuck hip hop, I got sick pot in ziplocks
 I get from stoners in Cali rocking flip flops
 One brand is called Sit-Stop cause after one hit
 That bitch'll have you dancing with the stars like Rick Fox
 Yo we have walked back together to gorillas and wolves
 The illest of goons, the room is filled with killers and booze
 Pretty soon we breaking in your office building with tools
 Assassinate the CEO for catching feelings and moods
 The steel at the moon got us raising hell on the block
 If they manipulate us like a pretty face and smelly twat
 Tell me what is power, cash, hand, guns, and hoorah
 A brutal task between thieves, priests, nuns and Korans
 I'm on a path that has the cash, has bigger and better things
 I've been with veteran medicine men headed to Medellin
 Bring the noise and avoid the vicious cycle of prison
 It's all poison, Kool G Rap, Michael Bivins
 Speed of NASCAR, "rooh", Madagascar soon
 Consume a rock star "ooh" Allahu Akbar "boom!"
 Wounded and killed, rumours are real
 Israeli steel caught your peoples in the grill, now the tomb is concealed