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vinnie paz - eraserheads lyrics

intro:

“here it come, come.”
“here it come, come.”

[scratch chorus]
“stay dope boy, on guard, real sharp
write rhymes that’s real hard” – gemini the gifted one

[verse 1]
[celph t-tled]

the sound of my voice will make stab wounds
father of the universe leaving planets with half moons
i have -ssumed that those who choose to make rap music have no talent at music
so me and vinnie came to grab your head and put a gat to it

[vinnie paz]

i bring the .45 glock and the .38
ar-15 send their body to the pearly gates
me and celph ain’t making happy music, this is truly hate
toby hooper in this motherf-cker cousin, saw his face

[celph t-tled]

and when we’re holding the tec we’ll put a hole in your neck
equipping you with a permanent t-pain vocal effect
i ain’t a flossy dude sipping ‘mo
but if i was i’d pop that cork off in your b-tch’s -ssh0l- (let ‘em know)

[vinnie paz]

that’s how that ho get treated, she get the sm-t treatment
toss her out the whip, leave her on the rough cement
celph and vinnie will deliver an abrupt beating
and the walther 9m will leave your guts leaking

[celph t-tled]

your video had the best special effects i seen
had you in the projects using computer blue screens (know what i mean?)

[vinnie paz]

you phony motherf-ckers never held a ratchet ever
you was in the f-ggot bar with kanye strapped in leather

[chorus]
-scratching-

[verse 2]
[celph t-tled]

i never thought i’d get a b-tch pregnant ever
until my main squeeze gave birth to a baby beretta
the more gravy the better, don’t holler just yell
it’s like the night before christmas, i can’t wait to see h-ll

[vinnie paz]

i can’t wait to see h-ll either
i’ma run up on the first motherf-cker that i see with a rusty cleaver
i ain’t a sucker neither and no one f-ck with vinnie
fat gut, wife-beater, pasta, i’ma f-cking guinea

[celph t-tled]

i’ll smash a mirror, i’ll walk under a ladder
i’ll let a black cat cross my path, it don’t matter
cause i ain’t superst-tious and i don’t fear nothing
you’re talking all that tough sh-t

[vinnie paz]

but you’s a queer fronting
and y’all are snitch but let me tell you something, you ain’t hear nothing
i like to refer to my trigger as the fear b-tton
i don’t fear nothing either, i just c-ck the pistol
i like the way the bullet burst and what it do to tissue

[chorus]

[verse 3]
[celph t-tled]

yo we blazing son like g-ngb-ngers with laser guns
my rap verses are curses and scriptures spit with a razor tongue
nitwit i play ancient drums to conjure up demon spirits that appear in smoke out of a pagan’s lungs
i’m everything: hardcore, complex, original
yeah that one test, the disciple of death
c-t-tled is christ-like, salmon at red lobster
and c-t-tled’s the best at blamming hammers at imposters
get your -ss whooped with automatic hazard causers
you can’t make tables turn, you got bad revolvers
faulty guns that go -cl!ck- when you pull the trigger
mine’s go -bl!ck bl!ck-, it’s sick when i pull the trigger

[vinnie paz]

it don’t matter how we get down, guns or rhymes
i’m white and raw like the perico chico, tons of dimes
i got a way with wild sh-t cousin, tons of crimes
tons of forty-fives, aks, tons of knives

[chorus]

- vinnie paz lyrics

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