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

The sound of my voice will make stab wounds
Father of the Universe leaving
Planets with half moons
I have assumed 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

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 motherfucker cousin
Saw his face

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 bitch’s asshole
(Let ‘em know)

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


Your video had the best
Special effects I seen
Had you in the projects
Using computer blue screens
(Know what I mean?)

You phony motherfuckers never held
A ratchet ever you was in the faggot bar
With Kanye strapped in leather

Scratching

I never thought I’d get a bitch 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

I can’t wait to see Hell either
I’ma run up on the first motherfucker that
I see with a rusty cleaver
I ain’t a sucker neither and
No one fuck with Vinnie
Fat gut, wife-beater, pasta
I’ma fucking guinea


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 shit

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 button
I don’t fear nothing either
I just cock the pistol
I like the way the bullet burst
And what it do to tissue

Yo we blazing son like
Gangbangers with laser guns
My rap verses are curses and scriptures
Spit with a razor tongue
Nitwit I play ancient drums to
Conjure up demon spirit's
That appear in smoke out of a pagan’s lungs
I’m everything: hardcore, complex, original
Yeah that one test, the disciple of death
C Titled is Christ-like
Salmon at Red Lobster
And C Titled’s the best at
Blamming hammers at imposters
Get your ass 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

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 shit cousin
Tons of crimes
Tons of forty-fives, AKs, tons of knives