Vinnie Paz, R.A. The Rugged Man, Sadat X - Sam Peckinpah lyrics

I walk in the Pentagon with
A blood soaked hatchet
Leave the president's nose shattered
Stretch his neck like Go Gadget
And toe tag it

You a stone-cold faggot
I hold the chrome in a jacket
Go toe to toe with a savage
And roll you over a cactus

Funerals with closed caskets, coke
Addicts, chrome ratchets, the whole package
I'll beat Moses on the head
With them stone tablets

I killed Kennedy
Brains blown all over Onassis
I'll hold my own with the axes
And turn the Pope into ashes

Designed frequency
I'm a holy divine lyrical deity
Even atheists and heathens and
Non-believers believe in me
The punk-ass devil was born soft
I'll pile-drive you like Paul Orndorff
Steal his pitchfork and rip his horns off
I'm the born force

Sick fuck
I'll skin you alive and then carry the bones
Load the Ruger up and shoot you
Up like I'm Marion Jones
Vinnie is out of his dome
Guinea that carry the throne
Gimme, it's that or be stoned, Trinity
That'll be home

We 'bout to spaz, RA and Vinnie Paz
RA and Vinnie Paz
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck

New Jack pussy
Young rappers think their rapping is good
Young rappers get treated like
Fetuses in Planned Parenthood
This ain't no Mickey Mouse zip-a
Dee doo dah Disney
It's the claws of a grizzly
It ain't Wayne and Drizzy
It's Thorburn and Vinnie

And RA that’s my brother there
Anyone who unaware
I'm a leave 'em stumbling as if
They had a ton of beer i'm from Philly
Ain't a sucker to ever come from here
You a pussy
You see confrontation and you run from there

What kind of dirty bitch did your
Daddy put his sperm in?
Kiddie porn web searching, pervert jerking
You serpents is Satan's servants

You get slain for certain if you put
Your faith inside of Satan serpents
Stick the blade inside you while I
Embrace you like my favorite person

Stay in Hell burning
Slaves with chains on your
Brain like a turban
I make Abel kill Cain and
Get Bible pages reversing, brains
Bursting

It takes a taste of bourbon for
Me to rape a virgin
And Vinnie deal with mathematics
Like an Asian person

We 'bout to spas, RA and Vinnie Paz
RA and Vinnie Paz
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck

Hands like Roberto Durán
It's the flight 103 Pan Am
It's the Gulf War between Iraq and Iran
Treat you like Indians
I'm snatching your land
I'm more Dapper than Dan
I'm Rakim, I master the plan
I bring The Roots without having a band

Without having a fan I could a
Never took care of my fam
I could a never done all the
Tours on the shores of Japan
Still would've slaughtered your man
Still would've aborted the plan
Still an apostle from Sham
Still I'm like God in Sudan

We 'bout to spas, RA and Vinnie Paz
RA and Vinnie Paz
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck

We 'bout to spas rA and Vinnie Paz
We 'bout to spas rA and Vinnie Paz
We 'bout to spas rA and Vinnie Paz
We 'bout to spas rA and Vinnie Paz