Vinnie Paz — Sicilian Bull

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, yeah, one-two! Yeah, yeah, one-two! Haha! Yeah, Papo Andy forever! A'ight -- Yeah! [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] You don't want Vinnie to pop the trunk cause its under there The snakes is venomous so be wary what's in the jungle here It's Unga-Bunga's here, you'll be trapped inside of a bunker here You're in the gutter where you'll be pissin' inside your underwear You suddenly become aware of all of the blood that's here Shovels here, Coco liquor up inside the Tupperware We makin' supper here, take your Wallys and your other pairs It's under the covers there, and a couple of drunken Russians there A tons of guns appear, and it's cartridges in abundance here It's mafuckas armed to the teeth it's like we the Bundeswehr We took a tunnel there, to the sewer it wasn't traceable The blicky go up under your chin and blow out your nasal roof The best hustle, the neck muscles is like a Saber tooth The Tec touch you, the Tec cut through while we raise your roof We standin' on the top of Olympus what did you say to Zeus The body count pilin', we wildin', it's not debatable, yeah! [Chorus: Samples] (x2) My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fucker We unholy, sharp razor, full bloodied money maker Where ever we at, we keep the blicks right there [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] This a Gucci satchel, ahki, it's made from a fuckin' alligator Frank Sheeran shooters will merk and suck on a Now & Later Take a validator distribute it to the allocator Runnin' foul on nature laboratories and calibrators Sawed shotty got a nickname and it's The Evaporator Takin back the pages and El Dorado's and activators My collaborators is powed nside of an abdicator He don't wanna brawl, he don't want a war, he a trap devador Trips down south and we goin' down to Atlanta later Needles and a bone saw, homie I'm the reanimator Parody young powerful socca pan updater Y'all been drainin' ya bodily fluids like it's an aspirator Thoughts is all deadly, they desecratin' the scrap of paper Agitator, shotty will spin him like he a barrel maker Fortress roll-by's reactivated eradicator Pistol Gang pop 'em and drop 'em in the volcanic crater Yeeeeeah! [Chorus: Samples] (x2) My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fucker We unholy, sharp razor, full bloodied money maker Where ever we at, we keep the blicks right there