Vinnie Paz - Golden Casket lyrics
[Vinnie Paz - Golden Casket lyrics]
(What up my brotha?) yo Bill, what up lord?
(Ah we're about to get down)
It's an honor to be on
The song with my brothers
You know I'm sayin'?
(Don't ever change my dude)
On a physical and spiritual
It's a lovely thing to be makin'
This music shit together man that's
Word to Allah man
You know I mean praise the Ah
We them motherfucking bombers explosive
Fire a federal building
Vietnam general killing with
Memorable spitting
Insane ripper who’s hyper than caine sniffers
The Heavy Metal Kings with Syze
We the main figures lyricals you don’t want
A physical confrontation
Speak in moderation man we the
Army we the fucking nation
Don’t disrespect the man that dis AIDS
I’ll be locked in the cage man
Before I show I’m bitch made
You’s a switchblade nigga I’m
A fucking cannon the 22, I’m a 347 Magnum
You’s a handgun, homie we at? squad
Dudes better thank God
Man we hitting tracks hard
Any given time I’mma ask what y’all want now
Hydraulic when I’m rapping I’m
Fracking the underground
In the surgical mood making vertical moves
While y’all lateral pass man
We laughing at fools
Yo Syze gonna kill shit, Bill gonna kill shit
Put em on the floor Paz hit
Em with the steel tip
Fuck being grown, we back up on that old shit
Disrespect us and you’ll leave
With your dome split
Yo Syze gonna kill shit, Bill gonna kill shit
Put em on the floor Paz hit
Em with the steel tip
Fuck being grown, we back up on that old shit
Disrespect us and you’ll leave
With your dome split
I’ll spill the devil’s blood
Drink and kill devil rum
Black flag, metal gun
Have you praying to God like Reverend Run
You’d better run for the hills like
Uncle Howie running for krillz
A hundred a pill, gun in your grill
Peep the Jolly Roger
Smoking like a Bob Marley concert
Run your mouth you get Molly?
We got shipwrecked at Kitty Hawk
Kidnapped the man’s daughter
He don’t pay the ransom cut
That bitch’s titties off a true gentleman
Braveheart veteran with metal skin
Settle things, travel with the devil’s wings
We about to throw people overboard
The overlord
What’s the code of law? We don’t give a fuck
We rewrote em all
The new mutants from a long
Line of goon shooters
New computers, new holochips and new Rugers
Violent creeps, piracy on the highest seas
Dying in the streets lying live
Beneath where my tires be
I’m a G motherfucker
I’ll bury you in the cryptic tomb
Guns big, the bullets I call em clips of doom
I was born on the precipice
Of a shifting moon
I was born to the death of
It from a twisted goon
I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed with
It but a bit consumed
I just aim the AK at it lick my wounds
The boxcutter, a hollow tip it’ll rip in twos
But that’s a horse of a different color
A different rules my hands fast
It’s uppercuts and it’s body blows
I ain’t trying to catch a
Fucking case lord vamonos
You don’t wanna see the power
That the Lama holds
Put you in the motherfucking
Box like you Domino’s
School of hard knocks Vinnie
On the honor roll my work’s bloody
It’s similar to piranha flow
The game’s dirty
I studied it then I locked it though
My raps break motherfuckers call? flow