Vinnie Paz - M.O.B. lyrics
[Vinnie Paz - M.O.B. lyrics]
The snake charmer
Equal opportunity hate monger
I hold the weight in my
Straight left like A tarver
J chop ya fuckin' head
'cause his blade sharper
Every rhyme I fuckin' spit
Is a grenade launcher
I'm an insane author, a non human
Who studied the SAGE test
From John von Neumann
Somethin' happens in my brain
When the guitar strums
Bitin' me would be insane
Cause it scars lungs
These all guns, and I can handle 'em
You mean as much to me as uncle Sam and 'em
So I choose not to abuse telepathy
Because it's dangerous like
The Soviets' weaponry
Let's see who's next to me
Burned at the fuckin' stake
Then I can throw the faggot
Urn in the fuckin' lake
Give me a fuckin' break
You know what this is
JS1, Rahzel, Paz, men of business
I’m Abdullah the Butcher
Pay respect or I’m pulling the cooker
You might as well kill yourself
I’m droolin' to push ya
Even if you survive, son, you still bitch
'Cause, I’m waitin' anxiously to
Pull the kill switch
Your body still stiff, rigor mortis
I bring pain that's as raw as Kane's chorus
I seen 'caine that was pure as Rich Porter's
I seen brains that was poured on six corners
Listen to orders, Vinnie Paz remain heartless
That’s due to my fixation on the darkness
Just give me a forty, a idiot, and Billy Dee
You’ll see what the psychology
Of Philly really be
Yeah, from the birth place of Rocky
My left hook to the body is like Arturo Gatti
You couldn’t stop me, I fuckin' brain-drill
I stick around a while to
Witness how the pain feel
Equal opportunity hate monger
I hold the weight in my
Straight left like A tarver
J chop ya fuckin' head
'cause his blade sharper
Every rhyme I fuckin' spit
Is a grenade launcher
I'm an insane author, a non human
Who studied the SAGE test
From John von Neumann
Somethin' happens in my brain
When the guitar strums
Bitin' me would be insane
Cause it scars lungs
These all guns, and I can handle 'em
You mean as much to me as uncle Sam and 'em
So I choose not to abuse telepathy
Because it's dangerous like
The Soviets' weaponry
Let's see who's next to me
Burned at the fuckin' stake
Then I can throw the faggot
Urn in the fuckin' lake
Give me a fuckin' break
You know what this is
JS1, Rahzel, Paz, men of business
I’m Abdullah the Butcher
Pay respect or I’m pulling the cooker
You might as well kill yourself
I’m droolin' to push ya
Even if you survive, son, you still bitch
'Cause, I’m waitin' anxiously to
Pull the kill switch
Your body still stiff, rigor mortis
I bring pain that's as raw as Kane's chorus
I seen 'caine that was pure as Rich Porter's
I seen brains that was poured on six corners
Listen to orders, Vinnie Paz remain heartless
That’s due to my fixation on the darkness
Just give me a forty, a idiot, and Billy Dee
You’ll see what the psychology
Of Philly really be
Yeah, from the birth place of Rocky
My left hook to the body is like Arturo Gatti
You couldn’t stop me, I fuckin' brain-drill
I stick around a while to
Witness how the pain feel