Jedi Mind Tricks - Me Ne Shalto lyrics
[Jedi Mind Tricks - Me Ne Shalto lyrics]
Yeah, Jedi Mind baby
Check it out, yeah, aight, yeah
Junkyard Dog, real dirty and mean
Take your face off cousin
I’m a surgery fiend
The type of cat that would rather
Just be heard than be seen hold a gat
At the end of it's a burgundy beam
We serving the fiends
With a dose of the uncut
And when there's beef with the heat
Then who want what?
You just waiting for the bombs to rain
Put your body in a hole like Saddam Hussein
So guard your frame when the 45 shells drop
Cause it’s dark and it’s hot like in Hell
Ahk vinnie Paz on some other shit
I like my gat chrome
Backbone and a rubber grip
Licking shots at the government
With a knife out at the White
House right in front of it
That’s who you fucking with
I’m a sick monster
Slam dance in the motherfucking pit monster
Y'all motherfuckers don't overstand skill
Listen, I ain't gon' play no more
Beat a faggot till he ain’t
Fucking gay no more
We gon’ stay making hit's, this is infinite
This is Vinnie Paz world, you just live in it
You just living in my world of doom
Until Jedi Mind decide to build your tomb
I build with goons
Build with brother that’s hustling leak
And there ain’t nobody that's rawer
Than us on the beat
Ain’t nobody rawer than Paz-Man
Cause, I can drop a motherfucking bomb
On you like The Gap Band
We coming strapped man, it’s a war cousin
Hit you with the Ric Flair figure four cousin
Barry Windham right hand to your jaw cousin
Road Warriors, Animal and Hawk cousin
Take a walk, cousin, cause I'm done with you
Or you’ll be looking down the barrel
Of a gun or two
I’m coming for your head
Like something from the Dawn of the Dead
Vito Corleone style, horse on a bed
Thoughts on a bed from a hollow tip
Chop off your fucking tongue
Make you swallow it
You the type that got Amadou Diallo hit
The type to admit you faggot
And be proud of it
Turn it down a bit, I can't think daddy
I think I need another
Motherfucking drink daddy
I think I’ll hit the fucking
Bar with King Syze
Who’s these motherfuckers dressing
In pink guys?
You a retard, claim to be street smart
But, you the first one to
Run when the beef start
You fucking sweetheart
You’re in the wrong game
Beat your head till you dead
With a long chain
Jedi Mind Tricks gon’ have a long reign
And the opposite of pleasure is all pain
Check it out, yeah, aight, yeah
Junkyard Dog, real dirty and mean
Take your face off cousin
I’m a surgery fiend
The type of cat that would rather
Just be heard than be seen hold a gat
At the end of it's a burgundy beam
We serving the fiends
With a dose of the uncut
And when there's beef with the heat
Then who want what?
You just waiting for the bombs to rain
Put your body in a hole like Saddam Hussein
So guard your frame when the 45 shells drop
Cause it’s dark and it’s hot like in Hell
Ahk vinnie Paz on some other shit
I like my gat chrome
Backbone and a rubber grip
Licking shots at the government
With a knife out at the White
House right in front of it
That’s who you fucking with
I’m a sick monster
Slam dance in the motherfucking pit monster
Y'all motherfuckers don't overstand skill
Listen, I ain't gon' play no more
Beat a faggot till he ain’t
Fucking gay no more
We gon’ stay making hit's, this is infinite
This is Vinnie Paz world, you just live in it
You just living in my world of doom
Until Jedi Mind decide to build your tomb
I build with goons
Build with brother that’s hustling leak
And there ain’t nobody that's rawer
Than us on the beat
Ain’t nobody rawer than Paz-Man
Cause, I can drop a motherfucking bomb
On you like The Gap Band
We coming strapped man, it’s a war cousin
Hit you with the Ric Flair figure four cousin
Barry Windham right hand to your jaw cousin
Road Warriors, Animal and Hawk cousin
Take a walk, cousin, cause I'm done with you
Or you’ll be looking down the barrel
Of a gun or two
I’m coming for your head
Like something from the Dawn of the Dead
Vito Corleone style, horse on a bed
Thoughts on a bed from a hollow tip
Chop off your fucking tongue
Make you swallow it
You the type that got Amadou Diallo hit
The type to admit you faggot
And be proud of it
Turn it down a bit, I can't think daddy
I think I need another
Motherfucking drink daddy
I think I’ll hit the fucking
Bar with King Syze
Who’s these motherfuckers dressing
In pink guys?
You a retard, claim to be street smart
But, you the first one to
Run when the beef start
You fucking sweetheart
You’re in the wrong game
Beat your head till you dead
With a long chain
Jedi Mind Tricks gon’ have a long reign
And the opposite of pleasure is all pain