Vinnie Paz — Witches Teeth

[Skit] This is a fifteen year old boy who also wanted to be special. Before hanging himself, he wrote on his body, "I'm coming home, master" and "Satan Lives! 666" The book was the Satanic Bible by Anton Lavey. After Scott Waterhouse's trial, both the prosecution and the victim's father claimed that although the Satanic Bible did not condone violence, Waterhouse had interpreted it that way The book made you feel "Do what you want to do". And the heck what everyone elsе wants. And I believe that had a lot to do with it. It triеs to make itself innocuous. But if you actually read it and believe it to the letter, it's a very dangerous manifesto [Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah! One-two! Look! [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] They got my akhi with a Ziploc That's what happen when them D Boys move to whip wop It's a bullshit blicky, mine greater in size A killer always a killer B it stay in his eyes It's three of y'all, it's one of me, I'll play with the odds Sometime you pray backwards B and Satan replies This is something you can't study You know you got rare when you eatin' your steak bloody I see an opp and it's off with they heads They y'all go see the kid wildin' like I'm off of my meds You like Lefty talking to Donnie, you talking to feds I'm a Joe Spinell dirtbag walking the edge The plug talkin' white he ain't speakin' of Caucasian It's a pale blue dot and I'm meeting with Carl Sagan I've got hitters and that mean that you get murked by whoever Just because we workin' don't mean that we working together [Verse 2: ILL BILL] Yo! Trump faced Baphomet mask of death Blood stained pump sprays at your head Guns blaze at your friend Green fiend pop the dude extreme like Mountain Dew Or Hitler experiments, German bitches, Belgian Pis Burners with extended clips, embalming fluid Newports With the extended drippety drip it's litty lid Enter a palace that's draped with blasphemia An ambience beyond the dons and the gods of the mafia [Verse 3: Lord Goat] The dealer and pimp, butcher like DJ Polo, burn the ozone Still activist but that how we homegrown I make bail, my face on the screen like Al Israel Beverly Hills Ninja sleeves on scales Hail the kitchen stove, got an acetone with the tooty stiff Refrigerator Perry holds weight, fuck it I came prepared Like Faces of Death on VHS cut and drain you like blessed death Seven shots cut through your chest [Verse 4: ILL BILL] Blizzards of bullets, lizards with mullets They've gotten bold lately they been shapeshiftin' in public Swammy in the granny bag where my shooters at My day ones never have to tell them who to clap Medusa in the plate, truck like the back signal Black pistols blast hit you hollow missile crash into Last thing you see Travis Bickle Mohawk Blast the pistol blow your dome off Lit like a blow torch [Verse 5: Lord Goat] Zoot suits, Ace Frehley boots, pagan truths 80's shots come near you moon roof, it's LaVey on juice We will die kings, microdots under my eyelids Burn Thai stick, Pyrex fridge, oven side dish Pushing bundles on Uber drivers Two for fives, mandatory suicide Uncle Howie shoot that on joyrides Goons night out after drive bys We go to shoot 'em like wise guys Piano wire straight through the eyes