Sabac, Heavy Metal Kings, Reef the Lost Cauze - The Vice of Killing lyrics

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It’s a burgundy bath
Everybody get turned into ash
Bein' evil just something I
Made my personal task
The G36 put you in surgery fast
Everybody die
Regardless who first or who last
Death almost got me twice
But he mercifully passed
I’ll take your face off
Without using surgical masks
I wouldn’t call it an ego
But I’m certainly gassed
This isn’t the Desert Eagle
But it certainly smash
If I don’t get money from rhymin'
That’s a fateful day
I might have to take it back
To the kitchen like Rachael Ray
I don’t put no work in with bitches
I’m tryna scrape today
Anywhere in my environment is not
The place to play
If I’m hungry, in need of food
I’ll pull a skully down
I don’t fuck with workers
I’m gunnin' whoever run the town
I got enough clips with me
To spit a hunnid rounds
I’m the father of Christ and y’all
Are just the son of clowns
I don’t think that y’all can fuck
With Vinnie but let’s see
I’m a have this fucking Llama
Looking like Jet Li
Everybody who is anybody respect me
I’ll have you bleeding out your back
Like it’s a jet ski
Motherfucker, what’s really real, really ill?
Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel
Yo we really will
Through windshields, windpipes and car seats
You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie
Motherfucker, what’s really real, really ill?
Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel
Yo we really will
Through windshields, windpipes and car seats
You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie

Brutal tribes indulge in slavery
And human sacrifice
The shooters pack devices capable of
Proving lack of life
With no compassion, ratchet action, flashing
Fashion blast for cash
Assassins faster than The Flash
Amass a body count, surpass the sound barrier
And shattered by the splatter, rattled you
Waking, shake you sober
Gats that kick back and
Dislocate your shoulder
Decapitate your head and chop you in half
Pop you and laugh rob you with gats
Find you amongst the cowards and fags
Find me holding the rifle on
The watchtower with plans
Don't ever underestimate me or
The power of Paz
Lock you in the room with the lion
Now how would you last?
You can’t fight the king of the jungle
He’ll devour you fast
Put you underneath the dirt next
To the flowers and grass
At the funeral mommas and dads
Get showered with gats
You kill one us and we’ll kill one of you
Counterattack
Thousands of stacks from hustling
These powders and cracks

Motherfucker, what’s really real, really ill?
Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel
Yo we really will
Through windshields, windpipes and car seats
You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie
Motherfucker, what’s really real, really ill?
Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel
Yo we really will
Through windshields, windpipes and car seats
You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie

I fucking pick and peel your chain
Official Pistol Gang
From Kill Devil Hills to Pennsylvain
We be gripping change
You little pencil-brains
Before I lose to you
I’ll cut my nuts and slit my veins
All y’all do is bitch, complain
Henny and pills, plenty of steel
On the block with fifties and krill
Word to Vinnie and Bill
In South Philly for real
My hood is guineas and Cambos
Niggas and dirty Irish who
Think that they SAMCRO
And oh, my fan know the stream
Fuck the man yo
Now book 'em, Danno, you ain’t Rambo
Don’t put twenty in your hand
Bone when my fam roam
That’s when the grams go, soft white
My niggas call it that damn snow
And fuck hip-hop, I got sick pot in Ziplocs
I get from stoners in Cali rocking flip-flops
One brand is called Sit-Stop
Cause after one hit
That bitch’ll have you dancing with
The stars like Rick Fox
Motherfucker, what’s really real, really ill?
Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel
Yo we really will
Through windshields, windpipes and car seats
You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie
Motherfucker, what’s really real, really ill?
Run up on you, hit you with Israeli steel
Yo we really will
Through windshields, windpipes and car seats
You die on the Belt Parkway next to Canarsie

Yo, we have walked back together
To gorillas and wolves the illest of goons
The room is filled with killers and booze
Pretty soon we breaking in your
Office building with tools
Assassinate the CEO for catching
Feelings and moods
The steel at the moon got us
Raising hell on the block
If they manipulate us like a
Pretty face and smelly twat
Tell me what is power, cash, hand, guns
And hoorah
A brutal task between thieves, priests, nuns
And Korans i’m on a path that has the cash
Has bigger and better things
I’ve been with veteran medicine
Men headed to Medellin
Bring the noise and avoid the
Vicious cycle of prison
It’s all poison, Kool G Rap, Michael Bivins
Speed of NASCAR, vroom
Madagascar soon, consume a rock star "Ooh!"
Allahu Akbar boom
Wounded and killed, rumors are real
Israeli steel caught your peoples
In the grill now the tomb is concealed