Metal Lords

Lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, Official Pistol Pap Pistol Pazienza, Eto, salute Lord Slum Gang and all that Yeah, one-two Yeah Yeah [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Loadin' blicks the occupation It go inside your body like a game of Operation My ahki hit with fed time 'cause he ain't sayin' naythin' I greet my brother peacefully, it's as-salamu alaykum It's Jake everywhere, B, I spot a lotta bacon It's so many .45's, it sound like a Jamaican (Ah bombaclaat!) I be with hard rocks and they solid as the pavement Muhfuckas waitin' on the word 'cause they impatient The semi-auto knock him off his axis Astagfirallah, ahki, sack cloth the ashes He movin' four and the baby in cabana Just he could move thе OT to Calabasas I was on the brink then I'm revitalizеd Mothafuckas were dyin' so check they vital signs The Devil playground is a idle mind Chop a muthafucka head, homie, this is Bible times Toma! [Verse 2: Eto] Yeah, now you my idol at the Devil's playground That's yo' man? Nowadays they call you any day now Hand to hand Prestigious, infamous, and malicious, 'til this day I praise the trey pound (Praise the trey pound) They found the lil' homie slumped blood on his garments Mamas not to blame My blame will have 'em under the armpit He ain't tell about the glove that covers the gauntlet And he ain't tellin' how the love comes with the hardships Yo, continue to love But who will I be if I'm the one who gives the glove They pop bottles in yo' name and only miss you in clubs, shit In the dirt box wit' you Then he shits you and mock (Shits you and mock) Sounds accurate, sucks to be the cash cow graduate Now everyone got the ball they had to pass you with Shit, huh, no rules left, who's next? (Who's next?) King Judas and a pacifist Yeah, eventually it'll be only him That's why I feel like the century in a custodian Huh, but I got the keys Still bringin' up your past runs, I'm not intrigued, huh Yeah, gotta convince me First things first, dollars are nichely It's hotter than fish grease Send this ox to the pig feet, nigga [Chorus: Lord Goat x2] The Metal Lords rule again, y'all slumped over And Acetone in duffle bags with the muzzle loaders Cuttin' Smith for mattress yola, I'll be takin' over Like Van Halen triple boulders shit be noddin' ovens [Verse 3: ILL BILL] We been Ayatollahs seen in compromisin' photos Evil eyes behold us, I'm the reason y'all despised by soldiers Legions arrive in cobras, creep up in Kalam with soakers Demons rise like vultures, by Perico buy supply the culture Crack the Black Mirror, start the action at zero Legendary Canarsie built for the fat heroes They put rat poison in the Phixion, pour out Roy Rogers Windex in the rickle juice you poor armies Mad rubberbands, soldiers keep my money neat 20 deep, slump yo' fuckin' face into bloody meat Bloody steak blades, bands o' cash, soldiers sold yo' gas to rap Deep in the shadows, ready to assess his laugh Crease in the murder cult, the broken hope, the corpse raws With cloven hoof and goat skulls, wrote the truth to the whole globe I bring the beams out, 40 shot drum bring them screams out Pistol nozzle blister like a fiend's mouth [Chorus: Lord Goat x2] The Metal Lords rule again, y'all slumped over And Acetone the duffle bags with the muzzle loaders Cuttin' Smith for mattress yola, I'll be takin' over Like Van Halen triple boulders shit be noddin' ovens