Herringbone - Vinnie Paz, Ghostface Killah

We were on a mission

Trying to go gun somebody down

I got like three feet behind him

And I guess he felt somebody behind him

And when he flinched to look back I shot him

I shot him right in the face

I seen his whole jaw just, fly

Just his teeth were on the sidewalk

Yo, a-yo, it’s Deni, Staten Island, slang therapist

Local gemologist, back like Apollo Kids

Brutal, stir a nigga brain like a cup of noodle

Tony Picasso didn’t shit, but a little doodle

Goo-goo face, keep new boo laced

Screaming out, «More bass», spazzing on tour dates

Ding donging bitches flicking they pussy lips

French vanilla butter pecan, I call 'em sugar tits

Palming they ass, one finger in the stinker

Forty pound herringbone chain without a kinker

Minger, my fur got stashed by some chambers

Barracuda grip, big stones is in my banger

El Chapo, guns more rockier than mountain

Stopped the James Bond van and piss in the fountains

We out

The only motherfucker that’s thought of like he a mystical

It’s criminal, the way that he slaughter all of the physical

Horror is not predictable, honor is not a ritual

It’s Hell up in Harlem when they shot him in 1962

The nine is lifting you to a higher body, celestial

The pistol do the damage, no matter what the medicinal

Hiding behind municipal, got inside the invincible

I tried to find a rhyme that can silence the higher sentinel

You added to the violence, the violence is my monopoly

Feed 'em to the assassin, then smash 'em like he was pottery

Slash 'em with the isosceles, haram passed me the Wallabees

I’ll take the Glock and flee after robbing 'em like democracy

How could you be honoring the fallen father, the harbinger

The foreigner of everything, holy call me the conqueror

The room darkener, I’m the toolie toter, the carpenter

The God philosopher, it’s the holy mountain, the sorcerer

Muerte