Vinnie Paz - I Am The Chaos lyrics

Who the fuck is you?
Yeah, Pistolero Pazienza know what I mean
Who the fuck is you? Yeah, I'm headhunting
We walk this dog,  let 'em breathe
Who the fuck is you?

I set this motherfucker off
Like I'm a Bolshevik
I hold the toaster grip
Reduce the choir to a soloist
Unload the clip and leave a hole in
Shit the size of a boulder is
Patrol the vulture pit
I'm leaving Marx in 'em like socialists
It is the moment that you realize
You're just not a vocalist

A male chauvinist
You can cross it off of your grocery list
You're holding swollen ribs
I'm beholding the olden coke
And the dope is odorless
Getting hold of it kinda onerous
We all felonious, I got dogs
And homie they Dobermans
We noblemen, it's oxygen
Hemoglobin in arteries
So close your lips, Akhi
The shotty will leave you frozen stiff
I blow the fifth, homie
The hole the size of a poker chip
The yopper ownership
Just another level of showmanship
I have the show up in me
You jokers getting the bulk of it
And hit his lower limbs
Now it's closure homie, it's over with

Fuck out the way, pa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P, doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy, who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you?
Fuck out my way, papa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P, doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy, who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?

I'm Pistolero Pazzy
So every chopper reliable
The brujeria banger
The murders is justifiable
It's headshots, homie, the body identifiable
The body parts intact but
The face is unrecognizable
The weaponry is sizable, all of it modifiable
The doctor told my mother
Her child is certifiable
This Gucci lamb leather is terra
Homie it's dye-able
Serial number off, money
They ain't classifiable
It's way too cold and
The temperature ain't survivable
These hollow points, homie
The horror is indescribable
They think that I'm maniacal
Mercenaries is glamorous
The Desert Eagle ain't even deadly, homie
It's cancerous the rhyme annihilation
Obliteration calamitous
I took a vote to see if you pussy
It was unanimous
A motherfucking son of an emperor
I'm Britannicus the temple of a riot
The mind of a psychoanalyst

Fuck out the way, pa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P, doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy, who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you?
Fuck out my way papa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy, who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you?