Winter Soldier - Vinnie Paz

Look, you talking to a god in the flesh

And this batiman is something that I gotta address

This ain’t a song pa this is a sonata of death

I will beat this motherfucker I’ll pinata his chest

This official you should talk to the ref

I will put this big black sawed-off to his vest

Have these dumdums lodged in an officers chest

Put your body in a box like a login address

Here’s a flower say hello to the dead

Sinatra in '59 that’s a hole in the head

The hammer statue of liberty, I’m lifting the torch

To me you just another sale, you a Christopher Cross

A rolling stone don’t imprison the moss

Azazel here exorcism is off

I’m focused on a billy b, you focused on a mill

What you focused on is silly b, I’m focused on the kill

Yeah

I’m letting this fucking yappa off

I’m letting this fucking yappa off

I’m letting this fucking yappa off

I’m letting this fucking whopper off

This motherfucker talking, I guess that he ain’t breathing

Sonny LoSpecchio this pussy, he ain’t leaving

Energy drained, malnutrition he ain’t eating

Crying with his mouth all bloody, he ain’t teething

I’m here homie in the thick of the fog

It’s a war torn city and I’m sick as a dog

I’m in my duffy it’s a Christian Lacroix

This a dope fiend lean and it fixed the withdrawal

It’s dirty here look like the spot that I got booked in

The type to see my face in the front like he not looking

Boxcutter I will shank a fairy

The Aston Martin is the color of a Frankenberry

Have your whole shit tooken with the blicky

A hundred round drum I can cook 'em in a jiffy

I ain’t the one to run from jihad

License to kill, but I ain’t got a gun and a badge

Yeah

I’m letting this fucking yappa off

I’m letting this fucking yappa off

I’m letting this fucking yappa off

I’m letting this fucking whopper off