Sam Peckinpah - R.A. The Rugged Man, Vinnie Paz, Sadat X

I walk in the Pentagon with a blood soaked hatchet

Leave the president’s nose shattered

Stretch his neck like Go Gadget and toe tag it

You a stone-cold faggot

I hold the chrome in a jacket

Go toe to toe with a savage and roll you over a cactus

Funerals with closed caskets, coke addicts, chrome ratchets, the whole package

I’ll beat Moses on the head with them stone tablets

I killed Kennedy, brains blown all over Onassis

I’ll hold my own with the axes and turn the Pope into ashes

Designed frequency, I’m a holy divine lyrical deity

Even atheists and heathens and non-believers believe in me

The punk-ass devil was born soft

I’ll pile-drive you like Paul Orndorff

Steal his pitchfork and rip his horns off

I’m the born force

Sick fuck, I’ll skin you alive and then carry the bones

Load the Ruger up and shoot you up like I’m Marion Jones

Vinnie is out of his dome, Guinea that carry the throne

Gimme, it’s that or be stoned, Trinity, that’ll be home

We 'bout to spas, R.A.

and Vinnie Paz

R.A.

and Vinnie Paz

We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck

We don’t give a fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck

New Jack pussy, young rappers think their rapping is good

Young rappers get treated like fetuses in Planned Parenthood

This ain’t no Mickey Mouse zip-a-dee-doo-dah Disney, it’s the claws of a grizzly

It ain’t Wayne and Drizzy, it’s Thorburn and Vinnie

And R.A.

that’s my brother there, anyone who unaware

I’m a leave 'em stumbling as if they had a ton of beer

I’m from Philly, ain’t a sucker to ever come from here

You a pussy, you see confrontation and you run from there

What kind of dirty bitch did your daddy put his sperm in?

Kiddie porn web searching, pervert jerking

You serpents is Satan’s servants

You get slain for certain if you put your faith inside of Satan serpents

Stick the blade inside you while I embrace you like my favorite person

Stay in Hell burning, slaves with chains on your brain like a turban

I make Abel kill Cain and get Bible pages reversing, brains

Bursting

It takes a taste of bourbon for me to rape a virgin

And Vinnie deal with mathematics like an Asian person

We 'bout to spas, R.A.

and Vinnie Paz

R.A.

and Vinnie Paz

We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck

We don’t give a fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck

Hands like Roberto Durán, it’s the flight 103 Pan Am

It’s the Gulf War between Iraq and Iran

Treat you like Indians, I’m snatching your land

I’m more Dapper than Dan

I’m Rakim, I master the plan

I bring The Roots without having a band

Without having a fan I could a never took care of my fam

I could a never done all the tours on the shores of Japan

Still would’ve slaughtered your man

Still would’ve aborted the plan

Still an apostle from Sham

Still I’m like God in Sudan

We 'bout to spas, R.A.

and Vinnie Paz

R.A.

and Vinnie Paz

We don’t give a fuck, we don’t give a fuck

We don’t give a fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fu-fuck

We 'bout to spas

R.A.

and Vinnie Paz

We 'bout to spas

R.A.

and Vinnie Paz

We 'bout to spas

R.A.

and Vinnie Paz

We 'bout to spas

R.A.

and Vinnie Paz