Vinnie Paz — I Am The Chaos

[Intro] Who the fuck is you? Yeah, Pistolero Pazienza Know what I mean Who the fuck is you? Yeah, I'm headhunting We walk this dog, let 'em breathe Who the fuck is you? [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I set this motherfucker off like I'm a Bolshevik I hold the toaster grip, reduce the choir to a soloist Unload the clip and leave a hole in shit the size of [boulder ❓❓] Patrol the vulture pit, I'm leaving Marx in 'em like socialists It is the moment that you realize you're just not a vocalist The coldest [ocean grip] is as close to it as [cold] Milošević A male chauvinist, you can cross it off of your grocery list You're holding swollen ribs, I'm beholding the olden coke And the dope is odorless, getting hold of it kinda onerous We all felonious, I got dogs, and homie they Dobermans We noblemen, it's oxygen, hemoglobin in arteries So close your lips, Akhi, the shotty will leave you frozen stiff I blow the fifth, homie, the hole the size of a poker chip The yopper ownership, just another level of showmanship I have the show up in me, you jokers getting the bulk of it And hit his lower limbs, now it's closure homie, it's over with [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] Fuck out the way, pa, I'm coming through I'm Vinnie P, doggy, who the fuck is you? Pussy, who the fuck is you? Come on, who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you? Fuck out my way, papa, I'm coming through I'm Vinnie P, doggy, who the fuck is you? Pussy, who the fuck is you? Come on, who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you? Come on, who the fuck is you? [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] I'm Pistolero Pazzy, so every chopper reliable The brujeria banger, the murders is justifiable It's headshots, homie, the body identifiable The body parts intact but the face is unrecognizable The weaponry is sizable, all of it modifiable The doctor told my mother her child is certifiable This Gucci lamb leather is terra, homie it's dye-able Serial number off, money, they ain't classifiable It's way too cold and the temperature ain't survivable These hollow points, homie, the horror is indescribable They think that I'm maniacal, mercenaries is glamorous The Desert Eagle ain't even deadly, homie, it's cancerous The rhyme annihilation, obliteration calamitous I took a vote to see if you pussy, it was unanimous A motherfucking son of an emperor, I'm Britannicus The temple of a riot, the mind of a psychoanalyst [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] Fuck out the way, pa, I'm coming through I'm Vinnie P, doggy, who the fuck is you? Pussy, who the fuck is you? Come on, who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you? Fuck out my way papa, I'm coming through I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you? Pussy, who the fuck is you? Come on, who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you? Come on, who the fuck is you? [Outro] Who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you? Who the fuck is you?