Blood on My Hands

Lyrics

[Intro] "I don't really like to hear the squealing animals in the cemeteries, when they do their rituals, but they give me free vodka!" [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Y'all ain't about nothin', I'm bustin' a hundred rounds at you I'm Pack Pistol Pazzy, I'm poppin' like 40 rounds at you This bulldog barks and it mean that I'm sickin' hounds on you We puff a pound or a two, Pazienza just insurmountable The Goma-2 raw, and the substance wasn't compoundable It's bodies everywhere and they try to hold me accountable The Burberry bag is boujee and booty bountiful The bankroll blickie, the names ain't even pronounceable It ain't a ounce of you that could fathom havin' a bout at you The weaponry is wonderous, numbers ain't even calculable I stomp you out and pull the Beretta, money, it's marvelous The gladiator war, fight with Gannicus, this is Spartacus! The seventy disciples of Judaizers, the Barnabas A reconstruction of the Acropolis beg us pardon us The deeper the abyss is the deeper into the Tartarus The AK diesel, the drum is a hippopotamus [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] He a dead man walkin'—that's a body! Get his head popped talkin'—that's a body! This a hundred round drum—that's a body! Where we from? That's the slum—that's a body! He a dead man walkin'—that's a body! Get his head popped talkin'—that's a body! This a hundred round drum—that's a body! (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Where we from? That's the slum—that's a body! [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, y'all still about nothin', I'm choppin' you with a tomahawk Allah hates a coward, you do a lot of vagina talk It's "as-salamu alaykum", I greet him with lots of Gaza talk Headshot medulla oblongata on a plaza walk I caught too many homi's, now it's time for me to find a morgue Go here a rhymer dawg, it's another vagina monologue I'll take you to a digital death, the place with no analog I have your bones shakin', I break 'em like marijuana laws It ain't no other boss that's as ill as me, son, it's lunacy The leftist ideology killin' the black community You need a couple bodies, just give me the opportunity You milli mild muhfuckers is makin' buffoonery It ain't no unity, ain't no talkin' it out, it's hammer time I'm movin', B, but I don't be talkin', I'm like a pantomime And I don't think that bein' a pussy should be romanticized I run with motherfuckers that's diddy-boppin' and vandalize [Chorus: Vinnie Paz] He a dead man walkin'—that's a body! Get his head popped talkin'—that's a body! This a hundred round drum—that's a body! Where we from? That's the slum—that's a body! He a dead man walkin'—that's a body! Get his head popped talkin'—that's a body! This a hundred round drum—that's a body! (ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) Where we from? That's the slum—that's a body!