Yeah, Jedi Mind
Pack Pistol Pazzy
Yo Stoupe, hermano, yeah
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
You talking gunplay? Well let's play with them guns
See, Allah don't like ugly and you stay in the slums
Pazienza take flights while you begging with bums
The cult of the black virgin isn't safe in the sun
Heckler & Koch, black ski mask and an onion
This motherfucker crack a smile like he's laughing at somethin'
Take his batiman hard like I'm snatching it from him
He ain't smart enough to understand assassins is comin'
I'm blasting this son, this something put you in the tomb
And that whopper go (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) shoot through the room
My dude I'm a goon, strapped with two-two's in the womb
See and Pazzy's spelling something and it's usually doom
Shit is gonna get ugly if you violate my space
The six pack click-clack barrel in his face
Them jump out boys will hit you without warning
Bring pies to your crib like this was a housewarming
(Welcome to the neighborhood!)
[Chorus]
(Samples from Yanti Bersaudara - Badminton)
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
Hold up doggy, that's the type of weapon you with?
That's the type of bullshit you should've left in the whip
You ain't worthy of the bullets I got left in the clip
Soon as shit starts popping I go right for the grip
I'm liable to flip, serial killer and it's copycat
The Mossberg lean, it's 7 percent bodyfat
You the main producer of predictable punani rap
Chamber pressure pushes the bullet and push his body back
You cookin' in the kitchen but avoiding the chef
I'm like Heisenberg, mastermind, boiling meth
Homie have to take an L it's unavoidable death
They say the plant'll grow sturdy if the soil is wet
On some greaseball shit, overflowing with gravy
Don't tell me about the pain just show me the baby
On some De La shit pa, I am who I be
The executioner is coming and it's probably me
Muerte!
[Chorus]
[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, Jedi Mind Pack Pistol Pazzy Yo Stoupe, hermano, yeah [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] You talking gunplay? Well let's play with them guns See, Allah don't like ugly and you stay in the slums Pazienza take flights while you begging with bums The cult of the black virgin isn't safe in the sun Heckler & Koch, black ski mask and an onion This motherfucker crack a smile like he's laughing at somethin' Take his batiman hard like I'm snatching it from him He ain't smart enough to understand assassins is comin' I'm blasting this son, this something put you in the tomb And that whopper go (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) shoot through the room My dude I'm a goon, strapped with two-two's in the womb See and Pazzy's spelling something and it's usually doom Shit is gonna get ugly if you violate my space The six pack click-clack barrel in his face Them jump out boys will hit you without warning Bring pies to your crib like this was a housewarming (Welcome to the neighborhood!) [Chorus] (Samples from Yanti Bersaudara - Badminton) [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Hold up doggy, that's the type of weapon you with? That's the type of bullshit you should've left in the whip You ain't worthy of the bullets I got left in the clip Soon as shit starts popping I go right for the grip I'm liable to flip, serial killer and it's copycat The Mossberg lean, it's 7 percent bodyfat You the main producer of predictable punani rap Chamber pressure pushes the bullet and push his body back You cookin' in the kitchen but avoiding the chef I'm like Heisenberg, mastermind, boiling meth Homie have to take an L it's unavoidable death They say the plant'll grow sturdy if the soil is wet On some greaseball shit, overflowing with gravy Don't tell me about the pain just show me the baby On some De La shit pa, I am who I be The executioner is coming and it's probably me Muerte! [Chorus] Explain Request ×
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