Death Toll Rising - Jedi Mind Tricks

Yeah, Jedi Mind

Pack Pistol Pazzy

Yo Stoupe, hermano, yeah

You talking gunplay?

Well let’s play with them guns

See, Allah don’t like ugly and you stay in the slums

Pazienza take flights while you begging with bums

The cult of the black virgin isn’t safe in the sun

Heckler & Koch, black ski mask and an onion

This motherfucker crack a smile like he’s laughing at somethin'

Take his batiman hard like I’m snatching it from him

He ain’t smart enough to understand assassins is comin'

I’m blasting this son, this something put you in the tomb

And that whopper go (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) shoot through the room

My dude I’m a goon, strapped with two-two's in the womb

See and Pazzy’s spelling something and it’s usually doom

Shit is gonna get ugly if you violate my space

The six pack click-clack barrel in his face

Them jump out boys will hit you without warning

Bring pies to your crib like this was a housewarming

(Welcome to the neighborhood!)

(Samples from Yanti Bersaudara — Badminton)

Hold up doggy, that’s the type of weapon you with?

That’s the type of bullshit you should’ve left in the whip

You ain’t worthy of the bullets I got left in the clip

Soon as shit starts popping I go right for the grip

I’m liable to flip, serial killer and it’s copycat

The Mossberg lean, it’s 7 percent bodyfat

You the main producer of predictable punani rap

Chamber pressure pushes the bullet and push his body back

You cookin' in the kitchen but avoiding the chef

I’m like Heisenberg, mastermind, boiling meth

Homie have to take an L it’s unavoidable death

They say the plant’ll grow sturdy if the soil is wet

On some greaseball shit, overflowing with gravy

Don’t tell me about the pain just show me the baby

On some De La shit pa, I am who I be

The executioner is coming and it’s probably me

Muerte!