Vinnie Paz, Demoz, Agallah - Alcapurrias lyrics

Ain't nothing fucking with Ag and Pistol Paz
'Bout to spaz with the bars like Alcatraz
Word to Sean
'bout to kick a bone up out your ass
This rap shit could do better
Off without your ass
I'm not a rap fan, but I smoke the Afghan
Stand like the last man, cats need a CAT scan
Brain need a transplant
Stupid fucking hashtag
You the type to wash your
Face with an ass rag
Kill cockroach rappers like a black flag
What make Ag mad is bombs in Baghdad
Put your soul on ice too, Ras Kass
It ain't funny when Ag get the last laugh
You eat bath salts, I do salt baths
Psycho flow rap so what you do is talk trash
Raw perico, black from Puerto Rico
Poppa Large, big shout from the east coast

Turn me all the way up, high as fuck
The industry not high enough
You eye to eye with the higher you
But there ain't no "I" in "Us"
See, Hov one of my favorites
I ain't trying to bust
Same way I'm unsigned
Guess I ain't try enough
Vinnie stalk you like an Audi coming
Maserati
Body something, I'm dutching the lobby
Probably with shotties busting
You hot like oil, then Ag’ll roast you
You get shot like photos
Heavy Metal Glock in my photo, nigga
We'll rock and roll you
Off the bridge, you don't want no drama
I'mma catch you in the Bahamas and put
Your brain on your baby mama
Now we can talk about
Meals when I'm finished
Hennessy was a popular drink and it still is
I'm 'bout to turn these
Faggot niggas into mannequins
It don't even matter why I'm mad again
Kill him at the Vatican
He a square? Kill him at the Madison Garden
Like a motherfucking Spartan
Cause I'm panicking

A motherfucker stupid if he think life fair
See, waking from a dream and
Seeing me is a nightmare
The chopper gon' lift this dummy
Out of his Nike Airs
Motherfucker see black mirrors
And white bears you see this is life here
Take this advice here
You witnessing the second crucifixion
Of Christ here
I'm 'bout to catch a homi' when
I dim all the lights here
The bullets travel fast
But it feel like a light year
I came straight from Hell with
A pitch black force
With a black pitch fork and
A pitch black Porsche
You's a baby food dude and
Your shit's that soft
I'm the bang bang, body bag
Click-clack boss it's dark here
Philly don't bother with street lights
McLaren F1's move faster than street bikes
It's peace till the OG give
Me the green light i slap the ghost out of
Anybody that breathe hype