Yeah. Big Louie Dogs. Genocide General. Vinnie Paz
My cousin Gutta. What up cuzzo?
Yeah walk with me. Yo, yo
Its murder or pain, to anyone who throw dirt on my name
Im a surgeon and my purpose is to murder the game
Im only scratching the surface with my verses, a Cain
Im only casting the curses and they burst into flames
We the last of a dying breed
Listen to P.E. drink a st. ides and smoke exotic weed
You my son little crumb, the asylum seed
A.O.T.P. a mothafuckin violent breed
I like to watch a rapper die and bleed
Ill beat his lungs to the African drums then the messiah leave
You be holdin onto life till the Sri Lankan trees
Im be holdin onto mics and the Morocan seas
Listen rapper, we dont play, thats philosophically
Shoot for the head but my aim sloppy, Ill pop your knees
My body horror in the spiritual of Socrates
Ill bring the war and then Ill swing the sword at Damocles