Vinnie Paz — Doomsday Machine

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah! Come on, pa, I’m cut from a different cloth! Y’know what I’m sayin’ I’m cut from a different cloth than y’all mafuckas! (da da da da da da da!) Y'know mean? Papo Andy foreva! Yeah, come on Yeah [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I told you, you should learn from mistakes I will violate a motherfucker, personal space This a CarboTech, come with a submersible case At the sound of the demon bell, merciful fate All we do is rock low symbols, turbans and weight I watch Musa be a father, give a sermon to Leif This a cloak and dagger operation, turn to the safe Have his physical return to an invertible place First and foremost is my ahki Playin' with ya life, rollin' dice like Monopoly Brothers overseas givin' Dawah talkin' cocky Don’t ask me 'bout nobody my relationships is Rocky I scribe thoughts pa, I'm like Miguel de Unamuno Catch ya homie walk away like Claus Von Bulow It's an undefeated record, ahki, look at the stats You was broke down ass betting look at the facts, stupid [Chorus: Vinnie Paz & Demoz] Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot It’s fiends out here, Zombieland, that’s a dead fly You better fly away You better get away Get away nigga Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly You better fly awa-a-a-ayy You better get awa-a-a-ayy Get away nigga [Verse 2: Vast Aire] When Paz is done with your body He sends ‘em to Vas to rock ‘em, freak form box ‘em This ain't a Christmas stocking It’s the Last Mohican that keeps the burner in his Moccasin Smoke signals, we got loud Gunner air mysterious, beyond clouds Never seen before But once I reveal myself, it’ll start the Secret War The mind trick of cannibal, I’m like Hannibal Having dinner with the doctor at the festival At the end of the movie, tell the cops it wasn’t me I was chillin’ with Suzy It's Vast Aire, the Sith Lord I won’t hesitate to pinch your wind cord Everybody’s wondering like how New Millennium, blowing up like Lando [Chorus: Vinnie Paz & Demoz] Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot It’s fiends out here, Zombieland, that’s a dead fly You better fly away You better get away Get away nigga Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly You better fly awa-a-a-ayy You better get awa-a-a-ayy Get away nigga [Verse 3: Demoz] I remember I was broke, scramblin’ so I could smoke No joke, I was livin’ like an addict sniffin’ dope In the attic doing coke with a addict gettin’ throat Like a savage, but I’m not an savage, nigga I’m the GOAT Yes the greatest, you the fakest, it’s sad the shit I wrote Could have dropped a thousand albums, Scott, they glad I never spoke But I’m speakin’ now, and I’m spittin’ ether now Catch you like I catch a dutch, smoke you like the reefer now Pussy ass niggas in the game like it’s Easter now I’m in all black, weapon on me like the Reaper now I ain’t come to sell my soul, I kept it like a prenup Bitch you sold your soul now you tryna get a refund Hey Mr. Critic you created a monster, in my head I’m a double entendre, am I dead? Please let me know 'cause I’m feelin’ like a ghost They can’t see me like Stevie but they feelin’ what I wrote [Chorus: Vinnie Paz & Demoz] Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot It’s fiends out here, Zombieland, that’s a dead fly You better fly away You better get away Get away nigga Trigger pon cocked, that’s a headshot It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly You better fly awa-a-a-ayy You better get awa-a-a-ayy Get away nigga