[Intro]
Who the fuck is you?
Yeah, Pistolero Pazienza
Know what I mean?
Who the fuck is you?
Hahahaha
Yeah, I'm headhunting
We walk these dogs, let me breathe, yeah, look
Who the fuck is you?

[Verse 1]
I set this motherfucker off like I'm a Bolshevik
I hold the toaster grip, reduce the choir to a soloist
Unload the clip and leave a hole in shit the size a boulder zip
Patrol the vulture pit, I'm leaving Marx in 'em like Socialists
See, this the moment that you realize you're just not a vocalist
The coldest ocean rip as it coast, so it's called Milošević
A male chauvinist, you could cross it off of your grocery list
You're holding swollen ribs, I'm beholding the olden coke
And the dope is odorless, getting hold of it, kinda onerous
We all felonious, I got dogs, and, homie, they Dobermans
We noblemen, it's oxygen, hemoglobin in arteries
So close your lips, akhi, the shotty will leave you frozen stiff
I blow the fed, homie, the hole the size of a poker chip
The yopper ownership, just another level of showmanship
I have the show up in me, you jokers getting the bulk of it
And hit his lower limbs, now it's closure, homie, it's over with
[Chorus]
Fuck out the way, pa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P, doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy, who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Fuck out my way, papa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P, doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy, who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?

[Verse 2]
I'm Pistolero Pazzy, so every drama reliable
The Brujería banger, the murders is justifiable
It's headshots, homie, the body identifiable
The body parts intact but the face is unrecognizable
The weaponry is sizable, all of it modifiable
The doctor told my mother her child is certifiable
This Gucci lamb leather is terra, homie, it's dye-able
Serial number off, money, they ain't classifiable
It's way too cold and the temperature ain't survivable
These hollow points, homie, the horror is indescribable
They think that I'm maniacal, mercenaries is glamorous
The Desert Eagle ain't even deadly, homie, it's cancerous
A rhyme annihilation, obliteration calamitous
I took a vote to see if you pussy, it was unanimous
A motherfucking son of an emperor, I'm Britannicus
The temple of a riot, the mind of a psychoanalyst, yeah
[Chorus]
Fuck out the way, pa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P, doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy, who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Fuck out my way papa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy, who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?

[Outro]
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?