Excuse All the Blood

Lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, haha, yeah, yeah, one-two Yeah, Slum Gang and all that Yeah, c'mon Tired of you muhfuckas Look, listen [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, I earned the fucking crown You see me coming, pa, you better turn the fuck around I ain't playing 'round and I will burn it to the ground Only batiman bumbaclot (batiman bumbaclot!) allergic to the sound I was drinking heavy, I would take two to the dick If I ain't know you and you came around me, you was a lick (You was a lick) I would hit you so hard, you'd think I'm using a brick You's a hitter, but you don't know what to do with a blick (You never touched me) Parkside Killers was the architect (Fool) Bunny rabbit, homie, over here it's called a pocket check (Run that, run that, run that) It's a single component, It's likе a bottleneck Ever see Chinatown? Bishop killеd Radames (Riverside, mothafucka!) Either the day runs you, or you run through it I'll cross that bridge when I come to it Some rough roads led to some rough waters And I was taught that only a bozo will cut corners Yeah [Hook: Vinnie Paz] Body bags everywhere, shooters don't stop, oh my (No) Bodies get stacked up, Pistol Gang pop, oh my (Woo, rat-ta-ta-ta-ta) Body bags everywhere, shooters don't stop, oh my (Yeah) Bodies get stacked up, Pistol Gang pop, oh my (Yeah, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta) [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] Yeah, the fully auto will cover a lot of ground (Ground) Translation, that mean you duckin' a lot of rounds (Grr) Pale moon rising, I'm puffing a lotta pounds King among kings, I'm touching a lotta crowns (I'm the king!) Close quarter fighting Okinawa The Sunnah or the Prophet, the goal when you giving Da'wah (Alhamdulillah) 20 million be on they dīn when you seeing Dhaka You fuck around with Louis, you liable to meetin' Hoffa (Hoffa R.I.P.) I was struggling with my ahki past (Yeah) He was calling and walking on the Salafi path (Yeah) It hit my grizzly like a shotty blast (Boom, boom, boom, boom) Jump-out boys will pop you and they Ferraris fast I don't fear nothing, it's left in Allah hands A soldier of Allah doesn't question Allah plans (Pussy) You see the time ticking, ahki, savor the days (Save) I will hit you with eleven like my favorite J's, stupid (Yeaaah!) [Hook: Vinnie Paz] Body bags everywhere, shooters don't stop, oh my (No) Bodies get stacked up, Pistol Gang pop, oh my (Woo, rat-ta-ta-ta-ta) Body bags everywhere, shooters don't stop, oh my (Yeah) Bodies get stacked up, Pistol Gang pop, oh my (Yeah, ta-ta-ta-ta-ta, yeah)