The Military Mind of Chaka Zulu - Heavy Metal Kings, Vinnie Paz, Ill Bill

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Heavy Metal Kings, Paz, Bill

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Oh, we brolic now?

I’ma have to clap at his dreads

Only get a kick in the ass and pat on the head

How this motherfucker breadbox lacking in bread?

That’s what happen when your washed up, passion is dead

Anybody can get it, anybody that ask for

Bird-chest motherfuckers, all the way to fat boys

How the fuck’s son OT with no passport?

Caught too many bodies, there’s way too many to transport

Had to merk his man’s for it, hooked to the bait

And his blood before the beef like I’m cooking a steak

Sleeping on a OG, a rookie mistake

And there’s bakin' soda everywhere, cookies and cake

See, the toaster always on me if I get in a jam

And if a enemy extend it I will spit at his hand

Understand that Elohim live off the land

Because Yahweh said the wolf would live with the lamb

If I got to steal, to get over, I’m gonna do it

My kids are not gonna go hungry out here, I don’t give a damn from who

I’m gonna steal and get it

I’m not gonna break in no houses, no nothin'

But if I see a nigga come down the street, or a white man, anybody come down

the street

And they got twenty dollars in they hand, I’m gonna snatch it

Wiggers think shit’s sweet

I carry big heat

Wavy hair.

chipped teeth

Up in the shit, deep

Sip Jack, gulp Henny

Young Lemmy run the jewels so my gun heavy

In the bathroom like Kleinfeld fucking Steffie

Cash rule every bustin cherry like Hendry

Listen, get your fuckin' head kicked in for thinking you gully

Spit in your hand, pussy, ice pick in your skully

Stick a machete up your ass for a laugh

Amongst the evil shamans

Speak to dragons and cast spells like Stephen Bannon

Squirling apparitions burn and crash the system

Avalanches, tarantulas and assassins with pistols

Walk through portals and the mind beyond the sky

Cause what’s normal to the spider is chaos to the fly

Stay around

Before you see the light, fucko, you gots to die

I used to go on, like on a rampage, grab five guys on the subway,

take 'em all off, go back downstairs, take another guy off.

Here’s a guy,

he’s makin' a phone call, yolk 'em, strip 'em, when we draggin' this guy in

the middle of the night, under mice pants stuck under his shoes,

just drag him down the block, naked.

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