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Vinnie P
Celph Titled Apathy
Yeah walk with me
It's the return of the most f**king grimy on earth
It's a funeral in every single line of my verse
Your mind'll just burst with every line of Solomon's curse
F**k a hummer Vinnie Pazienza driving a hearse
It climb to reverse like the lyrics on a dirty record
I carry thirty weapons burn you with my 30 Desert
Should learn to accept it it's a path of destruction
I earn my wage with a 30 H you pass we'll be buckin'
It's no f**king discussion I'm as hard as granite
I hope my vocal will choke you and then orbit the planet
And then cross the Atlantic Pharaohs is causing a panic
Arms will be brawling with Planet saw us and called the mechanics
My baby girl is a 40 cal I used to tell my older brother little shorty wow
But that was then daddy this is now
You can suck my d**k you little f**king b***h your block about to bow
You better make way the motherf**king wolves are back
We back at it like a bad habit no we ain't having it
Tell 'em you heard we came down
Smack 'em if they make a sound
No we ain't backing down
No we ain't repping them
Get 'em We got 'em
Pick 'em up pick 'em up
Shoot 'em We shot 'em
Understand what I'm saying
Get 'em We got 'em
Pick 'em up pick 'em up
Shoot 'em We shot 'em
Understand what I'm saying
F**k around with the Army and get a split wig
Like Santa Claus bringing gifts to a Crips' crib
Cuz you're the type that a phony when you try to fight
Hide behind a bouncer and your homies when wild'n right
Nowadays faggot nerd poets be trying to write
On the mic looking like a Napoleon Dynamite
The foamiest fall like foliage when they brawl
Tongue spit black magic unholiest of all
Like the planets revolve around suns and space
I got plans that involve large guns and waste
I got flows that evolve beyond the human race
Try to spit em in your lips or off your tongue and your face
I'm toxic waste I'm top secret box lock the safe
I'm blocks with shot cops only dropped in lakes
I'm crack rock and base with a cosmic taste
To put the fiends into space where the rockets race
Yo is there heaven for a gangster
No but there's hell for a faggot
Put on my work outfit with a belt for my rachet
You gonna melt when the gats spit shoot your mother at your funeral
She fell in the casket how convenient is that s**t
Shoot a flare at my troops and we letting the gats flame 'em
Put stairs in the booth and we stepping our rap game up
I'm a boss but I take orders from gun exporters
Plus I got a keen sense for sniffing out tape recorders
You a snitch We'll rape your daughter
And bring her down to the basement to tape record her
Get your best entertainment lawyer cuz we about to extort ya
Fake thug Tom Sawyer yeah I saw ya we'll saw ya
With the Black and Decker slice savagely
I don't gotta use God's name in vain to get my soldiers to blast for me
And I won't say I'm the best since Rakim and Pac and them
Better yet I'm the best since Mozart &Bach and them
