Vinnie Paz — Winter Soldier

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Look, you talking to a God in the flesh And this batiman something that I gotta address This ain't a song pa, this is a sonata of death I will beat this motherfucker, I'll pinata his chest This official, you should talk to the ref I will put this big black sawed-off to his vest Have these dum-dums lodged in an officer's chest Put your body in a box like a login address Here's a flower, say hello to the dead Sinatra in '59, that's a hole in the head The hammer Statue of Liberty, I'm lifting the torch To me you just another sale, you a Christopher Cross A rolling stone don't imprison the moss Azazel is here, exorcism is off I'm focused on a billy b, you focused on a mill What you focused on is silly b, I'm focused on the kill [Chorus] I'm letting this fucking yoppa off I'm letting this fucking yoppa off I'm letting this fucking yoppa off I'm letting this fucking whopper off [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] This motherfucker talking, I guess that he ain't breathing Sonny LoSpecchio, this pussy, he ain't leaving Energy drained, malnutrition, he ain't eating Crying with his mouth all bloody, he ain't teething I'm here homie, in the thick of the fog It's a war torn city and I'm sick as a dog I'm in my duffy it's a Christian Lacroix This a dope fiend lean and it fixed the withdrawal It's dirty here look like the spot that I got booked in The type to see my face in the front like he not looking Boxcutter I will shank a fairy The Aston Martin is the color of a Frankenberry Have your whole shit jooken with a blinky A hundred round drum I can cook em in a jiffy I ain't the one to run from Jihad License to kill, but I ain't got a gun and a badge [Chorus] I'm letting this fucking yoppa off I'm letting this fucking yoppa off I'm letting this fucking yoppa off I'm letting this fucking whopper off