Vinnie Paz, Tha God Fahim - Scarlett Murder lyrics
[Vinnie Paz, Tha God Fahim - Scarlett Murder lyrics]
Yeah one two
Saifullah pack Pistol Pazienza, God Fahim
Salaam Alaikum brother, saludo
All right look, yeah
I'm the God of War, pa
I empty them toolies
The Lion roar, start of an MGM movie
The walk-in closet is end-to-end Gucci
My Ahki's make Salat, we tend to them duties
He met the destruction by God
Like a sodomite alkali metal in the blickey
Like it's carbonite
These motherfuckin' red tops like
I'm on tonight
I got? bitches sniffin' like
They Barney Fife
Philosophy of Aristotle given by the father
Your family is cryin' and they
Mourn you like it's faja
I put a dot on your
Fuckin' head like Prabhupada
Allah shower mercy on the soul of Abu Zahra
Always in a state of meditation like Pranava
I'm comin' for you motherfuckers
And it's drama motherfuckers nervous
And they jittery as Java
There's gun-runners here
They coming from Bratislava toma!
Box Cutter Pazzi fahim, salute Ahki
Ya nah mean? Dump Gawd, dump master
Uh i could tell you that it's
Infinite ways to get cream, but
A'udhu billahi min ash-shaitan ar rajim
I chop the head off a king
Get fill him with magazines
Rock fifty thousand in bling
Get thousand dollar jeans got respect
All the way from the Pacific to Atlantic
Let my connect have a new plate
For me then I'm at it peep the mematic's
Every gun I've got is gigantic
Fully automatic
Have you prayin' like a mantis
Fuckin' with mammoths
You got a microscopic status
Little advantage
I spin ya Benz with all the damage
We manage, to never panic, keep the dynamic
You tweakin' we draw guns
Like Picasso with the canvas motherfucker
Saifullah pack Pistol Pazienza, God Fahim
Salaam Alaikum brother, saludo
All right look, yeah
I'm the God of War, pa
I empty them toolies
The Lion roar, start of an MGM movie
The walk-in closet is end-to-end Gucci
My Ahki's make Salat, we tend to them duties
He met the destruction by God
Like a sodomite alkali metal in the blickey
Like it's carbonite
These motherfuckin' red tops like
I'm on tonight
I got? bitches sniffin' like
They Barney Fife
Philosophy of Aristotle given by the father
Your family is cryin' and they
Mourn you like it's faja
I put a dot on your
Fuckin' head like Prabhupada
Allah shower mercy on the soul of Abu Zahra
Always in a state of meditation like Pranava
I'm comin' for you motherfuckers
And it's drama motherfuckers nervous
And they jittery as Java
There's gun-runners here
They coming from Bratislava toma!
Box Cutter Pazzi fahim, salute Ahki
Ya nah mean? Dump Gawd, dump master
Uh i could tell you that it's
Infinite ways to get cream, but
A'udhu billahi min ash-shaitan ar rajim
I chop the head off a king
Get fill him with magazines
Rock fifty thousand in bling
Get thousand dollar jeans got respect
All the way from the Pacific to Atlantic
Let my connect have a new plate
For me then I'm at it peep the mematic's
Every gun I've got is gigantic
Fully automatic
Have you prayin' like a mantis
Fuckin' with mammoths
You got a microscopic status
Little advantage
I spin ya Benz with all the damage
We manage, to never panic, keep the dynamic
You tweakin' we draw guns
Like Picasso with the canvas motherfucker