Doomsday Machine - Vinnie Paz, Demoz, Vast Aire

Yeah!

Come on, pa, I’m cut from a different cloth!

Y’know what I’m sayin' I’m cut from a different cloth than y’all mafuckas!

(da da da da da da da!)

Y’know mean?

Papo Andy foreva!

Yeah, come on

Yeah

I told you, you should learn from mistakes

I will valet the mafucka, personal space

This (E-Carbo-Tec) come with a submersible case (?)

As the sound of the demon bell, merciful fate

All we do is rock low symbols, turbans and weight (?)

I watch (Musa) be a father, give a sermon to (Leif) (?)

This a cloak and dagger operation, turn to the safe

Have his physical return to an invertible place

First and foremost is my Ahki

Playin' with ya life, rollin' dice like Monopoly

Brothers overseas givin' dower talkin' cocky

Don’t ask me 'bout nobody my relationships is Rocky

I scribe thoughts pa, I’m like Miguel de Unamuno

Catch ya homie walk away like Claus Von Bulow

It’s an undefeated record, ahki, look at the stats

You was broke down ass bettin' look at the facts, stupid

Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot

It’s fiends out here, zombieland you dead fly (??)

You better fly awa-a-a-ayy

You better get awa-a-a-ayy

Get away nigga

Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot

It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly (??)

You better fly awa-a-a-ayy

You better get awa-a-a-ayy

Get away nigga

When Paz is done with ya body

He sends ‘em to Vas to rock ‘em

Freak form box ‘em

This ain’t a Christmas stocking

It’s the last Mohican that keeps the burner in his Moccasin

Smoke signals, we got loud

Gunner air mysterious, beyond clouds

Never seen before, but once I reveal myself

It’ll start the Secret War

The mind trick of cannibal, I’m like Hannibal

Having dinner with the doctor at the festival

At the end of the movie, tell the cops it wasn’t me

I was chillin' with Suzy

It’s Vast Aire, the Sith Lord

I won’t — hesitate — to pinch your wind cord

Everybody’s wondering like how

Do Millennium, blowin' up like Lando

Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot

It’s fiends out here, zombieland you dead fly (??)

You better fly awa-a-a-ayy

You better get awa-a-a-ayy

Get away nigga

Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot

It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly (??)

You better fly awa-a-a-ayy

You better get awa-a-a-ayy

Get away nigga

I remember I was broke, scramblin' so I could smoke

No joke, I was livin' like an addict sniffin' dope

In the attic doing coke, with a addict gettin' throat

Like a savage, but I’m not a savage, nigga I’m the GOAT

Yes the greatest, you the fakest, it’s sad the shit I wrote

Could have dropped a thousand albums

Scott (?) they glad I never spoke

But I’m speakin' now, and I’m spittin' ether now

Catch you like I catch a dutch, smoke you like the reefer now

Pussy ass niggas in the game like it’s Easter now

I’m in all black, weapon on me like the Reaper now

I ain’t come to sell my soul, I kept it like a prenup

Bitch you sold your soul now you tryin' to get a refund

Hey Mr. Critic you created a monster, in my head

I’m a double entendre, am I dead?

Please let me know, cuz I’m feelin' like a ghost

They can’t see me like Stevie but they feelin' what I wrote

Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot

It’s fiends out here, zombieland you dead fly (??)

You better fly awa-a-a-ayy

You better get awa-a-a-ayy

Get away nigga

Trigger pine cocked — That’s a headshot

It’s fiends out here, ahki that’s a dead fly (??)

You better fly awa-a-a-ayy

You better get awa-a-a-ayy

Get away nigga