yeah hahaha vinnie p celph titled apathy yeah walk with me it s the return of the most fuckin grimy on earth it s a funeral in every single line of my verse your mind ll just burst with every line of solomon s curse fuck a hummer vinnie pazienza drivin a hearse it climb to reverse like the on a dirty record i carry thirty weapons burn you with my dirty desert should learn to accept it it s a path of destruction i earn my wage with the 38 you paz will be buckin it s no fuckin discussion i m as hard as granite i hope my vocal will choke you and then orbit the planet and then cross the atlantic pharaohs is causin a panic arms will be brawlin with planet saw us and called the mechanics my baby girl is a 40 cal i used to tell my older brother little shorty wow but that was then daddy this is now you can suck my dick you little fuckin bitch so blucka blucka blaow you better make way the motherfucking wolves are back we back at it like a bad habit no we ain t having it you heard we came down if they make a sound we ain t backing down we ain t repping them get em we got em shoot em we shot em get em we got em shoot em we shot em  fuck around with the army and get a split wig like santa claus bringing gifts to a crips crib cause you re the type that a phony when you try to fight hide behind a bouncer and your homies when wild n right nowadays faggot nerd poets be trying to write on the mic looking like a napoleon dynamite the foamiest fall like foliage when they brawl tongue spit black magic unholiest of all like the planets revolve around suns and space i got plans that involve large guns and waste i got flows that evolve beyond the human race try to spit em in your lips or off your tongue and your face i m toxic waste i m top secret box lock the safe i m blocks with shot cops only dropped in lakes i m crack rock and base with a cosmic taste to put the fiends into space where the rockets race yo is there heaven for a gangster no but there s hell for a faggot put on my work outfit with a belt for my ratchet you gonna melt when the gats spit shoot your mother at your funeral she fell in the casket how convenient is that shit shoot a flare at my troops and we letting the gats flame em put stairs in the booth and we stepping our rap game up i m a boss but i take orders from gun exporters plus i got a keen sense for sniffing out tape recorders you a snitch we ll rape your daughter and bring her down to the basement to tape record her get your best entertainment lawyer cause we about to extort ya fake thug tom sawyer yeah i saw ya we ll saw ya with the black and decker slice savagely i don t gotta use god s name in vain to get my soldiers to blasphemy and i won t say i m the best since rakim and pac and em better yet i m the best since mozart bach and them 2