Target Practice

We come guns blazin like the young sons of Satan

Some occasions gun play comes into the equations

Gotta keep the chrome for home invasions and break-ins

Go to your location with no notification

Quick to pick up the Glocks, fill the clip to the top

Kill the kids too little, too big to adopt

Got a whole lot of lost souls, pick of the crop

Ain't playin the oldies when you hear the click and the pop

It's nothin but ice in my veins, the devil has a mic in my brain

Has a lot of good advice to retain

What's not to like about the guy who had Christ slain?

I don't have the right to gripe and complain

I have to hide the remains, I have to get Tide for the stains

I have to buy tes that can bind and restrain

I have to find lives to attain

I'm lookin for a homicide, offerin a ride from the rain

[Chorus:]

Yo buscare, el camino hacia ti

Yo buscare, el camino a tu amor

[Vinnie Paz]

All you muh'fuckers days is numbered; attack the winter and I slay the summer

Pressure bust pipes God, I don't pay the plumber

Y'all don't put me to sleep, it's more of a state of slumber

Pimp shit, smash skins like your favourite drummer

I'm a shooter and shooter do what a shooter please

A history of the broken land of the Sudanese

I spit a verse and a motherfuckin computer freeze

The right hand is a bomb, it'll cost you two emcees

It's suicide rapper you can han from Judas trees

We destroy and rebuild while y'all just shoot the breeze

Me and Buddha are separated by two degrees

The army gear is military and the boots are trees

The Kevlar isn't a problem, I'll just shoot his knees

I rock a Panerai watch, y'all are boostin tees

Dirty money on the block, I recoup with ease

Y'all can't afford a sixteen, I'm chargin stupid fees

[Chorus]

[Outro over Chorus]

HAHAHAHA! BRRAP! BRRAP!

Faggot rapper, Official Pistol Gats

G-O-D, Jus Allah

Vinnie Appazi, the Pazmanian Damien, Pistolvania!

Violence Begets Violence