F@ck Outta Here - Heavy Metal Kings, Vinnie Paz, Ill Bill

He’s indeed a foe worthy of my metal

But he must be defeated

Fly, my enchanted mallet!

Seek out the enemy!

I put the H in heavy metal like the hammer of Thor

ILL Cana-Bill, way before Cannibal Corpse

These baby teen homos

I’m like a '83 Kronos

Pay Lionel Richie with bricks to lay promos

I hover vertically, Clockwork Burgundy

Seven thirty on your block like the murder spree instant

Secure the gas mask on the infant

Then analyze the galaxy with practical instinct

Stay sharper than zombie weapons

My wolves of war are savage

Bark at the moon like a Ferrari engine

Pack a burner blacker than Nat Turner

Jackson with the stacks like Hank Sherman

Track three thousand of black turbans

Lions roar comfortable to most the crime lords

Walking through the firestorm like the time before

Talk it like «I am the law» with a giant jaw

Chop off your motherfucking dome with Goliath’s sword

Ya bring that shit to Brooklyn?

The fuck outta here!

You wanna get the jewelry tooken?

The fuck outta here!

Ya wanna bring it to Philly?

The fuck outta here!

And get yourself bodied for really?

The fuck outta here!

See it’s black now, everything can go in a glance

I was raised right, I’m a let you know an advance

This the Billy bad knife work, rolling with gangs

And the peacoat laser Mac show you the dance

I’m talking everything, even shell cases is black

And the chopper lay him down like he’s taking a nap

Cut his body in sixteen like we playing the (???)

And if I ever gave you anything, I’m taking it back

You lazy and wack, just call me Glen Rice, I’m a shoot a man

I’m a peel his motherfucking lid like a tuna can

Chest poked out, talking shit like «Who the man?»

Body work had his pussy breathing like a hookah fam

It’s a lot of dead bodies everywhere that Vin rides

Smiling on the outside, dying on the inside

Y’all are high, y’all just brought some blues in this bitch

But me and Billy ride, we just brought the tools in this bitch

Muerte!