Duppy or Gunman

Lyrics

[Chorus x4] Who want rum but me, the bombaclot gon' run [Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, one-two Look [Verse 1] The first impression is the last impression If you walked inside my shoes, you couldn't last a second And my body filled with toxins like a Staph infection Everything I did official, that's my last confession Gunshots have you screamin' like a Baptist Reverend It's body parts everywhere, that's a past obsession Every member of the order has a massive weapon The illusion of the abyss, the past and present I'm the dweller of the threshold, class in session That's destruction of the self of a bastard henchmen Alhamdulillah, pa, that's a massive blessing Black guns, black heart, even black intestines We don't snitch here, no reason to ask a question Anyone whoever did we talk to gats elected Magazine on the .44, mag extended And then Holy Wayne told me 'bout the mass ascension Yeah [Hook] Anybody want it with Vinnie, gotta be kidding me Thinkin' they the best in the city, gotta be kidding me Say they got more blickies than Vinnie, gotta be kidding me They consider me the most deadly weapon from Italy [Chorus x2] Who want rum but me, the bombaclot gon' run [Verse 2] If it ain't headshot, I'ma have to aim for the neck I woulda bodied you, but you ain't got a grain of respect Blood ice-cold runnin' through the veins of a vet You think a 5-star general the same as cadet You a batiman, Vinnie is a dangerous threat Shots have him off-balance like he payin' his debt Both hands on my money like I'm spraying his head Dalai Lam' like I ain't spend a day in Tibet Monkey bars, I'm an animal, they trained me to set I will sow the seed of entropy, the game is a net I'm the plug and a plug is a major connect How your ass back? You ain't got no paper to bet You's a fuddy-duddy asshole, naked and wet I will burn this muhfucker down, David Koresh You ain't safe but I'm saying you as safe as it get You avoiding calls, pa, so I came to collect Muerte! [Hook] Anybody want it with Vinnie, gotta be kidding me Thinkin' they the best in the city, gotta be kidding me Say they got more blickies than Vinnie, gotta be kidding me They consider me the most deadly weapon from Italy [Chorus x4] Who want rum but me, the bombaclot gon' run