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[Vinnie Paz: Verse I] Your liver taste exquisite with Chianti The uppercut is so vicious that it could lift a donkey I pop pills and cop kill, the visions haunt me Kill him then bring him back to life and forgive a zombie Blow the shotty up and hit him in the prison lobby The closest thing you got to pussy is doing bitches laundry Youz a sucker, motherf-cker, and that should alarm me You ain't carrying hammers, you a fictitious army Y'all make Drake look hard bodied, that should appall me And my money astronomical like Dennis Garvey Unless you want your f-cking head shattered, get up off me I'm about to break fool on you, catcher, harm me Pull the motherf-cking biscuit out catch a body Italian luxury and I ain't talking Maserati The fish hit you dead in the chest the kamikaze The flying monkey gets Ozbourne like I was Ozzy Boxcutter Pazzy! [Jarren Benton: Verse II] All I need is one mic, three syringes and two rocks I rap like I got Pac's dead corpse in a shoe box I'm a retard, Jarren stay on that stupid shit So disrespectful I slapped Christ off his crucifix I go to your funeral punch the eulogist Papa used to tell me that rapping ain't f-cking lucrative That's foolishness dad, you sound ludicrous Fuck your opinion goddamn it we 'bout to do this shit Boxcutter hooligan Look what this blade would do to him F-ck a fifth of Henny, I could chug a whole pool of gin Kill him then I stand over his body then I shoot again F-ck coke, get high off the pesticides of fuel again I'm an animal, I grew up in the pits of hell I'm strong enough to punch through the ocean and f-cking kill a whale Scalpels and all sorts of assortments Bitch, I'm a pimp I can sell shit to a toilet So scram with your faggot ass Don't make me let the semi blast F-ck a gun, don't make me pop the trunk and pull out Vinnie Paz Y'all some homos, rappers talking 'bout finny bags Keep the conversation brief but we ain't talking clinic ash Just read a shitty comment now my day is ruined You 'bout as gay as a B2K reunion I'm an innovator give a shit what they were doin' Rotting flesh pollutes my back yard so now my neighbors movin' Adidas on my feet, it's never Reeboks Hop should say he dropping his album right after Detox I'm into bestiality, getting head from an ewok You niggas got it f-cked up like a blood trying to ski walk I throw you off a tree top, in a Chevy bumping P-Rock Bitch I'm off the wall just like f-cked up Sheetrock Doctor Lecter, I eat you rappers get eaten Finish it since Papa skeeted me out his urethra