The Wages of Sin - Vinnie Paz, Ill Bill, Heavy Metal Kings

Yeah!

Heavy Metal Kings

Yeah!

— Look…

In the whip spray the block, we was starvin' too long

Windows down homie like the car was too warm

Slow flame, propane like the barbecue on

You’s a beta male, your father (??) wrong

This freebase like the shit on the stove

Tell this asshole, water wet, winter is cold

The drum look like it’s a cinnamon roll

Every bar sick, this is like carcinogen cold

We talkin' ‘bout the dough by the pow

All he get is two black eyes, coke and a smile

This is Abraham and Moses, this is Croach from the cow

It’s late in the fourth quarter homie go for the foul

This is Fright Night, I’m an evil (and?) abomination

Everybody die and I will dead the conversation

I never liked you homie I’mma keep it the same

This a thump tank, cop you on the street that you came, toma!

I’m like when Malachi York stepped off the starship

Look deep in my eyes, when I speak your heart skip

Put you at ease and release you from hardship

Cult Leader with the rubber I’m coming hard dick

Tough Tony get your Tinder only squad flipped

You little fucks don’t know me I have your mom clipped

Fuck politics, make you swallow a hollow tip

I’m like Spartacus if he was in a bank robber flick

A cross between Corpo Leone and Conan

Heart of a lion, back down from no man

Pop the extendo out the window, what you get for

Get your wig smoked

Your momma wear underwears with dick holes

Another day another dollar closer to the throne

Central will brick and blow, floating in a stolen drone

Fuck it we keep on moving like soul to soul

Half gun we travel on Death Row like the Ronin roll

Hoodies and Army fatigues, slicers with icepicks (??)

Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids

On the A train game I try to take your chain

Young thugs thirst for revenge we gon' make ‘em pay

All the sativa, having no father made me a leader

Depressed sneakers, (?) and broke (?) And fresh Ceasar’s (?)

Elohim, been a thief since I could hold a heater

This kid talks bold and fold pussy like Mike Siva ??

I’m on the beach by the (?) pushing receivers

I’m on Farragut, got the new drop like River Phoenix

(?) with focus, when we pledging allegiance

My dogs at war with Satan, we all possess the demons (??)

Concern your grimace to head cheese and invest in the jet ski’s (??)

I come from the bottom just to make my punches on ten speeds (??)

Your man shitting takin' that green like land splitters (??)

Got hardware that rip through your skull like transmitters

Hoodies and Army fatigues, slicers with icepicks (??)

Kept a razor in my mouth so I can slice kids

On the A train game I try to take your chain

Young thugs thirst for revenge we gon' make ‘em pay