War Party - Prince Paul, Horror City

I’m that dope up in your brain with syringes

Comin through, kickin doors off the fuckin hinges

I’m in this, like forty fiends on seven day binges

Comin with my felony offenders, drinkin Guinness

The slender of a never ending back-bender

My agenda be the legal tender, blue fox in the winter

Say it with me, yes, mad style in the streets

Bitches that be blowin up my hip with mad beeps

Murder me?

You musta never fuckin heard of me

I get thank you letters from emergency for fillin vacancies

And don’t even mention surgery, because they awarded me

For being the man to do the most abuse to industry

Injure me, see the evil spirits enter me

Larry Singletary, now your majesty, an entity (uuhhhh!)

If I cut you do you not bleed?

If I bust up in her guts, do she not bear seed that resemble me?

I hear the sound of dope fiends' screams

It’s gotta mean somebody’s scheme, on the stash again

I’m spittin hollow points like phlegm

I’d probably bring a friend but these days

I’m driftin off into galaxies

Feel the sea breeze throughout vicinities, eeaaaww!

While prophecies that kick the sky splits

Oh my God, droppin clips is this the end?

Forever I’ll be never injured, because the devil had me shook

I’m shakin, this evil spirits takin flesh is baking in

Here’s a, special delivery, of the pain and misery

Can you maintain it?

The degrees of temperature can be caused

I’m the guy that pulls the wool over ya eyes, and move

At war speeds, do 45's in the skies, and be

Whatever y’all call that, that bridges the gap

And in suspended animation and reality rap

Picture like Kodak, and wax flows clean as Kojak

And you know that, all front row wigs get blown back

Deacon, comin up the rear with the wicked

Two felony convicted, Colin Ferguson

Murderin, open up your guts kid, what?

I’m diesel like three fifty, woke up with mad cuts

And don’t give a fuck, I snatch the soul out your back

So how you figure you could hold your fuckin own?

You’re a clone, alone in the world, know I tend to be

Once a friend of me, now we’re known as bitter enemies

Check it, check it, we charge up like a nine volt, drama beef

You better hold, I pack a 45 Colt with a mad kick

Cause when I lit, the hoes got snitch

You better duck quick before you get your shirls knicked split

I blaze knock this one, it’s on it’s on, for reals

Steel pull out, call my bluff, a nigga fate is sealed

In a second or a minute I reckon I be in it

Full-on flanks for high banks, tanks and never, shit all vintage

Enough of this S and M

Them leather wearin bitches whippin men

From a corner of a dead end, I can’t forget my dead friends

And that’s what makes my brains erratic

Plus I got a bad habit, of mixin alcohol with automatics

Who got static?

I came to set it off and get this party started

Those who provoke, is gettin choked, I ain’t no fuckin joke

My friends won’t go anywhere with me, anyone in the vicinitiy

Charged with conspiracy is getting death by electricity

Niggas get confused, not knowin what I’mma do

I sit and wait for niggas to make an ill-advised move

I save the way that could be from here to there

Bustin shots, some secluded spots you don’t know where

So where art thou, where art thou?

Talkin about your dead family members, pal, don’t fuck around

Or for cryin out loud, tellin' you now from Jump Street

Whoever steps up I’m leavin them bleedin' profusely

Yeah, just keep this shit running, knahmsayin'?

Niggas come through frontin'.

Frontin'-ass nigga, knahmsayin'?

Motherfucking ave' to Long Island and shit,

knahmsayin'?

Hold ya shit down!

Peace to Big Jeru, knahmsayin'?

Fuck all them fake-ass niggas, knahmsayin'?

Them alienated niggas, knahmsayin'?

Hold it down