Vinnie Paz, Demoz - Bloodbath lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Demoz - Bloodbath lyrics]
Hold up nigga, pass the weed
Let me roll up nigga
I'll leave your eyes swolled up nigga
I'm from the city where the
Murders don't go down they go up nigga
In the car where I blow up niggas
Give a fuck if your kid is riding witchu
He gon' blow up witcha
Bet a bird for a battle
I'mma show up quicker cut a bird into half
You get burnt for your stash
Bet money, no drugs
You get burnt for your cash nigga
I'll burn your fucking face to the ass
Put the ash in the urn and put
The fucking urn in the trash
Shoot your man in the head till
He swerve and he crash
Then run up on him with the burner out
Show him what the burner 'bout
Now he's back to the county over nothing
And my man, he in the Audi
With a fatty and a bucket of that Jose Cuervo
The xanies and the dutchess got me
Feeling like I can't no more
Vinnie, fuck 'em
It's blood everywhere
I can hardly see through the gun smoke
Bush got the streets fucked up
Brothers dumb broke
I ain't even gotta be upset to get son poked
I don't get my hands dirty, G
That's for young folk
I don't get my hands dirty at all
I don't think you motherfuckers
Even worthy to brawl
We certainly ball, we certainly absurdly raw
We would purposely refer you
To the surgery floor
And let you die muhfucker
We don't care 'bout you
Let my cousin Demoz squeeze the air out you
Run the chain, faggot
Beat the Nike Airs out you
My hands sharp and fast
I'll beat the hairs out you
I'm just something you could never contain
I'm just something that could pray
And bring a heavenly rain
Allahu Akbar, heavenly plain
Allahu Akbar, heavenly plain
Let me roll up nigga
I'll leave your eyes swolled up nigga
I'm from the city where the
Murders don't go down they go up nigga
In the car where I blow up niggas
Give a fuck if your kid is riding witchu
He gon' blow up witcha
Bet a bird for a battle
I'mma show up quicker cut a bird into half
You get burnt for your stash
Bet money, no drugs
You get burnt for your cash nigga
I'll burn your fucking face to the ass
Put the ash in the urn and put
The fucking urn in the trash
Shoot your man in the head till
He swerve and he crash
Then run up on him with the burner out
Show him what the burner 'bout
Now he's back to the county over nothing
And my man, he in the Audi
With a fatty and a bucket of that Jose Cuervo
The xanies and the dutchess got me
Feeling like I can't no more
Vinnie, fuck 'em
It's blood everywhere
I can hardly see through the gun smoke
Bush got the streets fucked up
Brothers dumb broke
I ain't even gotta be upset to get son poked
I don't get my hands dirty, G
That's for young folk
I don't get my hands dirty at all
I don't think you motherfuckers
Even worthy to brawl
We certainly ball, we certainly absurdly raw
We would purposely refer you
To the surgery floor
And let you die muhfucker
We don't care 'bout you
Let my cousin Demoz squeeze the air out you
Run the chain, faggot
Beat the Nike Airs out you
My hands sharp and fast
I'll beat the hairs out you
I'm just something you could never contain
I'm just something that could pray
And bring a heavenly rain
Allahu Akbar, heavenly plain
Allahu Akbar, heavenly plain