Slum Chemist

Hahahaha The God Of The Serengeti

The lion king

Boxcutta Pazzzyyyy

Hahahah

Listen, I like that yall consider me the bad guy

Big guns everywhere bullets where I pass by

My blood’s g-code, never seen my dad cry

And I'mma bleed your block 'til the cash dry

You live in fuckin Babylon and ask why

Youre arms to short to box, god — that's why

So watch a big mouth turn into a cracked eye

Watch a big house turned into a smashed tie

Send them to the devil let his ass fry

Heavy metal on another level that's high

I self lord and master from past tribe

I let my young boi trash you from bad vibes

Reincarnated rap from a past life

I drink a 40 of idiot then I grab syze

For every 100 burners copped Vinnie stash 5

You asking for forgiveness — you should ask god

It's Vinnie P, I'm the biggest dog in the yard

It's Vinnie P, ain't no one could fuck with the god

It's Vinnie P, you should never fuck with the monster

It's Vinnie P, you crash like la-la-la-bamba

This is 45-caliber flow

Pound my chest like a gorilla so all the other savages know

I'm ravenous though

Jack you with the ratchet for dough

Marques de sade a painful sadomasochist flow

We tapping your ho, and keep the biscuit where I piss at

Pussy bwat bitches asking where this faggot dick at

I ain't never left the fucking crib without the gizzat

Ain't nobody above a homicide or a kidnap

If you got the army gear then you need the boots

If you talking about an army then you need the troops

Its all war over here I never seen the truce

I'm calling Maserati Mazi I don't mean to coupe

This here this the duffle that I carry bones

Pistolvania most underrated since Larry Homes

I run with a bunch of Ricans and they carry chrome

Here's a body bag to put the pussy that you carry home