Alcapurrias - Vinnie Paz, Demoz, Agallah

Ain’t nothing fucking with Ag and Pistol Paz

'Bout to spaz with the bars like Alcatraz

Word to Sean, 'bout to kick a bone up out your ass

The rap shit could do better off without your ass

I’m not a rap fan, but I smoke the Afghan

Stand like the last man, cats need a CAT scan

Brain need a transplant, stupid fuck, hashtag

You the type to wash your face with an ass rag

Kill cockroach rappers like a black flag

What make Ag mad is bombs in Baghdad

Put your soul on ice too, Ras Kass

It ain’t funny when Ag with the last laugh

You eat bath salts, I do salt baths

Psycho flow rap, all you do is talk trash

Raw perico, black from Puerto Rico

Popping large, big shout from the east coast

Turn me all the way up, high as fuck

The industry not high enough

You eye in eye with the higher you, but there ain’t no «I» in «Us»

See, Hov one of my favorites, I ain’t trying to bust

Same way I’m unsigned, guess I ain’t try enough

Vinnie stalk you like an Audi coming, Maserati

Body something, I’m dutching the lobby

Probably with shotties busting

You hot like oil, then Ag’ll roast you, you get shot like photos

Heavy metal Glock in my photo, nigga, we’ll rock and roll you

Off the bridge, you don’t want no drama

I’mma catch you in the Bahamas and put your brain on your baby mama

Now we can talk about mills when I’m finished

Hennessy was a popular drink and it still is

I’m 'bout to turn these faggot niggas into mannequins

It don’t even matter why I’m mad again

Kill him at the Vatican

He a square?

Kill him at the Madison Garden

Like a motherfucking Spartan cause I’m panicking

Nigga

A muhfucker stupid if he think life fair

See, waking from a dream and seeing me is a nightmare

The chopper gon' lift this dummy out of his Nike Airs

Muhfucker see black mirrors and white bears

You see this is life here, take this advice here

You witnessing the second crucifixion of Christ here

I’m 'bout to catch a homi when I dim all the lights here

The bullets travel fast, but it feel like a light year

I came straight from Hell with a pitch black force

With a black pitch fork and a pitch black Porsche

Yous a baby food dude and your shit’s that soft

I’m the bang, bang, body bag, click-clack boss

It’s dark here, Philly don’t bother with street lights

McLaren F1's move faster than street bikes

It’s peace till the OG, give me the green light

I slap the ghost out of anybody that breathe hype