44 Magnum

Im infatuated with the fast line life
My forehead lacerated like they just framed christ
Or ***** captivated when Im activated
Nine planets under my palm, yall ****** have to hate it
I let yall debate who the one who rap the greatest
Deadweight ****** get your ****ing souls assassinated
The most manic depressive snatching your necklace
Passive aggressive unleashing havoc on a record
Your team is gay, how manage to rep it?
Im the slum chemistry faggots get disconnected
Venomous rhetoric flooding your block, youre too delicate
Hot slugs and metal rip, cant wait to see the pellets hit
[Verse 2: Des Devious]
Chrome I hold will detach your body from soul
Snub-nosed bulldog four-four when I roll
Big heat will change my dip and the way that I stroll
Made me to perfection, baker shattered the mould
Yeah, see ****** slug it out for absolutely nothing
Like rumours on who they baby mommas sucking and ** **ing (me)
Debating on who running the block them ****** be hugging
? crunch time guess who doing the buzzing (me)
Thats why this ***** bringing up my name in lame discussion
Should be serving life for hammers and weight that Im clutching
Four-four Mags what we pack, name of the track
Cut no slack, just react so bring it back ** ***
[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
I was raised in the Congo by religiously trained Santos
With horns from the trees and magnificent played bongos
Vinnie is the head honcho, pop your eyes out
With my bare hands, theres blood on my grand poncho
I dont give a flying **** though, we all nutso
Put you in a wall underneath where they lay stucco
If I was you Id pray, bucko
You could be the first ************ that I cut and the vein cut slow
Speaking of the cut though rawer than Peruvian
And Vinnie P blast with heat like Im Vesuvian
If yall wanna overstand death then yall should screw with him
Hooligans who beef when it aint got nothing to do with them
[Verse 4: Demoz]
Where Im from ****** wouldnt dare to take the same route
I aint gotta say no names to get my name out
Its ****ed up what the game about but
Voices aint been the same since T-Pain came out
If you aint shooting you gonna get shot
But nowadays ****** is *****, they do the shooting when they get shot
Get your ***** shot, chin shot
Spit a shell, not a rap to make your **********ing hip pop
I dont get shot, I stay strapped like a flip-flop
Mazerati Mazi get gwap before I get got
If not they gonna have to put me in the dirt
Its either that or they gonna have to cuff me, book like a clerk
Put me in the cell for a pistol and the shell
Miserable as hell cause a ***** wouldnt tell
School of hard knocks, ***** wouldnt fail
Got detention for a cell so they put me in the cell