Golan & Globus - Heavy Metal Kings, Vinnie Paz, Ill Bill

Spit real game

I’ll blast on you as you pass on through

Catch you right where you stand

Come on

Leave you FUBAR

Quicker than eager shooters

Some bleeding tumors

Squeezing screaming UZIs

Some scheming losers at Peter Luger’s

Goons with AK’s and SUVs, creeps with eagles and Ubers

Shoot and cruise in blue Subarus

Pursuing you with Rugers

This is slasher flicks with masochistic > ❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓❓< Intense like a pistol

popper

Surrounded by savage clones and assassin drones

Laughable, just stay flammable like acetone

Made by Yakub high in his laboratory

The crafted leopard suicide is mandatory

Sharper than Capricorn horns and Manowar swords

G’s overseas like a Hasselhoff song

Yo it’s a war and I was born for it

Rugers will turn your soul to ether

Smash your motherfucking bones in half like when you fold a pizza

Have to hold the heater

Cause I blast when I’m in Rome with Caesar

On the road to Giza, beautiful like Testarossa features

Told the oldest teacher that control the only holy creature

Blow the fucking speaker with a vocal of a soulless leader

My (gas/guest) the only feature, my rap’s a Mona Lisa

A wack verse of me is as likely as a cold

Ibiza

You got a .22 but do a lotta chopper talk

Me, I’m armed to the teeth, I let this fucking chopper bark

You make pill-popping music, pussy, knock it off

Beat him to submission and then kick him like a soccer ball

Having everybody watching him bleed

Have to teach you motherfuckers how to talk to your seed

I’m from where young boys stash crack in they socks

And pop out on motherfuckers like a Jack in a box, dummy