Deadly Sins - Ill Bill, Vinnie Paz, King Magnetic

I feel lightning in my fingertips

Swift status, I give a nigga his wings bitch

Sleep on me, creep on me

Throw heat on me and I’m still gon' eat homie

Ill Bill from La Costra Nostra

Come sideways and we’ll both revoke ya

Reef got the toaster

All I gotta do is whistle and my bitches’ll smoke ya

What more can an underground rapper say?

How longer is these rappers gonna shine gay?

(Faggot)

First up is yay (Kanye)

Second and third is yay and my shit get no play

Where I’m from, yo the Jakes’ll murk ya

Act like you know and the fiends’ll jerk ya

Three classics under my belt

I just lost my comrade, I need something to melt

You think you BIG or 2Pac, you Nosferatu

Or Ferragamos, murder, death, kill,

There’s no tomorrow, you won’t see the evening news

Rolling G’s and Jews, goose spend your time like Beetlejuice

We the truth, you talking about the cat you hit

Vicious as the blackened spears and sleep for half a year

You only bust your gat in air

Yeah you killing the clouds, having shootouts with the atmosphere

You the wackest here, unable for my rap to fear

You live fairy tales like glass slippers and magic mirrors

Who’s the fairest?

Speak the language of Arabs

Sharif terror, send em to the sky like a chair lift

I’m original, never jocking y’all style

I steel a nigga, watch him slide like crocodile mile

I’m the wild child style vile since wild style

My guns go boom boom, your guns go pow pow

Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em

Ill Bill and Reef, I’mma spray for em

Five niggas that’s the best in the game

If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame

Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em

King Mag and Paz, I’mma spray for em

Five niggas that’s the best in the game

If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame

It’s the heavy metal king, ain’t talking about the group though

Cause I’ll beat a gun charge right through the loop hole

Still down to shoot though, use em accordingly

They supported me, protected what my music afforded me

Disorderly, hold your beef, do them shits grimy

Literally down with Doap since the mid-90s

That’s right, face cringe from the syringe binge

And friends bend every rule that you made within

Aim and spray again, nothing like a window cleaner

Talk politics up close and no leader

And for the front of your eyes is binoculars

You need to stop in the apocalypse to rock with us

If not it’s AZ about to rock it up

Doing open heart surgery on your esophagus

I’mma die profitless like cult leaders

Aim assault heaters at adult, leaders gonna bolt

The game of thrones, stick you for your chains and clothes

Most rappers will suck dick for cocaine and dro

Ratchets explode, homie my chrome’ll rape your soul

Bring twelve plagues like Moses raining toads

Fuck your tongue wanted the blood

Hit you in the head with an audible guns

Unfortunate ones get tortured and hung

The cult leader homie with the sorcerer’s tongue

Heavy Metal King influence your daughters and sons

You the topic of the song Shook Ones from Mobb Deep

I’m harder than bricks or football on concrete

Chilling in deadstock Jordans, millions of dead cops

Warnings, COs, informants

A hip hop Blackie Lawless, see more bodies than coroners

Unfamiliar aura, peel off shotties at foreigners

Grinning with pride, gorillas with militant minds

You win or you die, I’ll empty the clip in your eye

Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em

Ill Bill and Reef, I’mma spray for em

Five niggas that’s the best in the game

If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame

Deadly sins, we ain’t gonna pray for em

King Mag and Paz, I’mma spray for em

Five niggas that’s the best in the game

If the niggas ain’t fam then they feeling the flame

There’s no ode to the goat, throw his body in the moat

Buck fifty to windpipe, go for the throat

Pussy boy rappers better hold rosary close

Ain’t too many in my cypher that’s closer than Doap

Throw the faggot in the water, I hope that he float

Hope they ready for the slaughter, it’s awfully close

I think he wanna kill himself, I offer him rope

My vision is blurry, I’m seeing Allah through a scope

Boxcutter Paz, John the Baptist

Ain’t nobody safe when I bomb you bastards

Only thing I think about, Islam and gat clips

Jordans, Grey Goose, bitches, and caskets

I’m an ugly motherfucker, give me a fat bitch

A dime is too much work, Vinnie a savage

Rob a motherfucker, rip through his assets

The 28 V rip through your cabbage