Beausoleil Wiretaps

Lyrics

[Intro] – Are you aware that the word "pharmacy," our English word, "pharmacy," comes from the Greek word "pharmakeia," which means sorceries and witchcraft? Not only that, the word "druggist" in Greek actually means poisoner. Think about that the next time you take your medication [Verse 1: Goretex] Fiends I use for target practice, best carpet cleaners I'm Mahavishnu in the flesh, I look like Chaka Demus Demeo face, Sandinistas how we carve your features Maserati with the top bleedin', mockin' Jesus Packages from Haitian kids so they can cop their visas Plug likе Norman Fell, heard the coffin bеlls Hosed out the smelly trunk from all the mortadella Deli slices on his fingers, so I couldn't tell Ralphie's turtleneck with a Cuban, the gem Gargamel Rigatoni cook cadavers, make apartments smell Oil and ziti with shells, creepin' like infidels Mask and guns, you're a pussy in the gastropub Castellano copa evident, the matchin' gloves Potato on the llama when I get the action bug Fat mattress sit downs, I know what the captain does Holes like Finlandia Swiss, make the rapture come Magic wands, podium kings without them on drugs [Verse 2: ILL BILL] After apocalypse, the dead arise Feastin' on the end of times Get a life, done fixed your Jedi Mind Vinnie Vega, Billy Ocean, down to get Money Mitch To break bread with us, you need the thumbs up from Eclipse Louie V pattern on the Uzi Rat-a-tat you from across the street, splatter your Suzuki Empty two into your Bentley Coupe or Subaru Anybody might can die, these slugs don't give a fuck who is who We be outside, but in the cut, watchin' you watchin' us The scope on my rifle has binoculars to spot you fucks Pop you from a block away Hit you with bullet holes the size of hockey pucks With lines that's engineered like designer drugs '94 Supreme drip, '95 Polo OG and Snow Beach, every kind of box logo Murder your idols, kill your heroes Pistolero with Billy Bolero Billy to your dome like a sombrero [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] Bella Vista, Tuddy Cicero (I got that thing with me) Sergio Tacchini and a Figaro The magazine the size of a piccolo (Boo-boo-boo) Glock 40 kiss 'em like a mistletoe I was schizo 'til I saw my celly (I was) Evangelista Torricelli Shootin' gallery, call Minelli (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo) I needed mozzarella when I called the deli (Ohh) Physics is the science of force (Yeah) Isa didn't die on a cross You just punchin', there's no weavin' My shooters got sticks, they will hit you for no reason (Boom-boom-boom) I couldn't be more ready (Nah) This dummy should be ready for war if he talk heavy (Stupid) I got the mop from European droogs (Yeah) You better be on your P's and Q's (Rah)