Vinnie Paz - Chalice (DJ Kwestion Remix) lyrics
[Vinnie Paz - Chalice DJ Kwestion Remix lyrics]
You and your squad better praise the real god
I have been to hell before
Befriended the Devil and Skeletor
Wish I could visit the fellas more
Wish that I could get more
Bodies through the cellar doors
I'm always thinking of others
Should probably think of myself more
But I don't worry about
Cells and house scores
I'm more into L's than house stores
I like wars and whores cores and shores
Liquor and Coors
Sex, cigarettes and sycamores
Always got one to roll up and one twirled
All about guns and girls in this underworld
So I got a truckload of guns and gusto
But I don't go around
Shooting ducks and buffalo
I like it when the streets are crowded
I don't think to be discreet about it
Drinkin' blood beats a salad
So I gotta put a lot of work in
Cause I'm usually thirsty again
Before it even leaves the palate
I'm shining out here
Jedi Mind grinding out here
I'm from Philly where it's filthy
Take your diamonds out here
Motherfuckers broke eating Top Ramen out here
Fuck the police
Graph writers is bombing out here
Ain't nobody better at this
Fuckin' rhymin' I swear
Any second, any minute, any time of the year
I remember when it was nothing
But violence out here
Now these faggots rappin' like they
Fucking common out here
I'm about to set the mother
Fuckin' drama out here
45s, gebalando, big lamas out here
Everybody think it's sweet 'cause
Now Obama out here
He the third cousin of Bush
He lyin' out here
You the lamb I'm the mother
Fuckin' lion out here
Where were y'all when my step
Father dyin' last year
I'm once in a lifetime
Haley's Comet out here
God's and nerfs and moors
We Islamic out here
I have been to hell before
Befriended the Devil and Skeletor
Wish I could visit the fellas more
Wish that I could get more
Bodies through the cellar doors
I'm always thinking of others
Should probably think of myself more
But I don't worry about
Cells and house scores
I'm more into L's than house stores
I like wars and whores cores and shores
Liquor and Coors
Sex, cigarettes and sycamores
Always got one to roll up and one twirled
All about guns and girls in this underworld
So I got a truckload of guns and gusto
But I don't go around
Shooting ducks and buffalo
I like it when the streets are crowded
I don't think to be discreet about it
Drinkin' blood beats a salad
So I gotta put a lot of work in
Cause I'm usually thirsty again
Before it even leaves the palate
I'm shining out here
Jedi Mind grinding out here
I'm from Philly where it's filthy
Take your diamonds out here
Motherfuckers broke eating Top Ramen out here
Fuck the police
Graph writers is bombing out here
Ain't nobody better at this
Fuckin' rhymin' I swear
Any second, any minute, any time of the year
I remember when it was nothing
But violence out here
Now these faggots rappin' like they
Fucking common out here
I'm about to set the mother
Fuckin' drama out here
45s, gebalando, big lamas out here
Everybody think it's sweet 'cause
Now Obama out here
He the third cousin of Bush
He lyin' out here
You the lamb I'm the mother
Fuckin' lion out here
Where were y'all when my step
Father dyin' last year
I'm once in a lifetime
Haley's Comet out here
God's and nerfs and moors
We Islamic out here