I Am the Chaos - Vinnie Paz

Who the fuck is you?

Yeah, Pistolero Pazienza

Know what I mean

Who the fuck is you?

Yeah, I’m headhunting

We walk this dog let 'em breathe

Who the fuck is you?

I set this motherfucker off like I’m a Bolshevik

I hold the toaster grip, reduce the choir to a soloist

Unload the clip and leave a hole in shit the size of

Patrol the vulture pit, I’m leaving Marx in 'em like socialists

It is the moment that you realize you’re just not a vocalist

The coldest is as close to it as Milošević

A male chauvinist, you can cross it off of your grocery list

You’re holding swollen ribs, I’m beholding the Odin

The dope is odorless, getting hold of it kinda onerous

We all felonious, I got dogs, and homie they Dobermans

We noblemen, it’s oxygen, hemoglobin and odorous

So close your lips, Akhi the shotty will leave you frozen stiff

I blow the fifth, homie, the hole the size of a poker chip

The yopper ownership, just another level of showmanship

I have the show, you jokers getting the bulk of it

And hit his lower limbs, now it’s closure homie, it’s over with

Fuck out the way pa, I’m coming through

I’m Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?

Pussy, who the fuck is you?

Come on, who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you?

Fuck out my way papa, I’m coming through

I’m Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?

Pussy, who the fuck is you?

Come on, who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you?

Come on, who the fuck is you?

I’m Pistolero Pazzy so every chopper reliable

The brujeria banger, the murders is justifiable

It’s headshots homie, the body identifiable

The body parts intact but the face is unrecognizable

The weaponry is sizable, all of it modifiable

The doctor told my mother her child is certifiable

This Gucci lamb leather is terror, homie it’s dye-able

Serial number off, money, they ain’t classifiable

It’s way too cold and the temperature ain’t survivable

These hollow points, homie, the horror is indescribable

They think that I’m maniacal, mercenaries is glamorous

The Desert Eagle ain’t even deadly, homie, it’s cancerous

The rhyme annihilation, obliteration calamitous

I took a vote to see if you pussy, it was unanimous

A motherfucking son of an emperor, I’m Britannicus

The temple of a riot, the mind of a psychoanalyst

Fuck out the way pa, I’m coming through

I’m Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?

Pussy, who the fuck is you?

Come on, who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you?

Fuck out my way papa, I’m coming through

I’m Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?

Pussy, who the fuck is you?

Come on, who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you?

Come on, who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you?

Who the fuck is you?