[Excerpt]
"And guess, what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again. I don't give a fuck about you. You go get my money or I put your fuckin' brain to sleep"

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah (pa-pa-pa-pa-pa!)
Yo, C! (Que pasa, hermano?)
Chionardo Da Vinci
Stu Bangas (Brutal music)
C'mon, man, it's Pack Pistol Pazzy, man
Fuckin' dickhead! You know the fuckin' time
You stupid! Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I put another forty in the trench
At my worst, I will still drop forty off the bench (I will!)
Your block not gory and your shorty is a wench (Dummy!)
The OG cookin' and I'm nauseous from the stench
This a nighthawk and a mag'
Say you fucked up one time but you talking to [?] (You talkin' to police)
My ahki need me, he call me, I'm right there (There!)
You muhfuckas tryna kill suttin' that's not there (There!)
Better to be a fisherman than given a fish
You was stuck inside the matrix, homie, this is a glitch
It's the bottom of the knife, pa, swing at the pitch
If we talkin' 'bout Oricha, then I'm bringin' a witch
Son gone, I ain't think of his name since (Nah)
And son know I'm good everywhere like I'm James Prince (Rap-A-Lot)
We gettin' paper, the arboretum
It's Covid lab shooters and they eastern European, ha!
[Interlude for cuts]
"Rhyme to murder"
"Rhyme to kill"
"Killing everybody in sight"

[Verse 2: Chino XL]
I'm in this booth wearing bear pelts
I couldn't find God, so I decided I'd fight everybody else
The lyrical Jesus, fanbase is tremendous, question:
Does it get all echoey at your shows from sold out all attendance?
My personalities get together and cause a commotion
I'm faded, and hate is a very underestimated emotion
I'll harm you in every violent manner I can think of
Face trauma, the motherfucking tooth fairy will be going bankrupt
I've been the illest since my phone was on a pre-pay
And anything you made ain't worth 8 shillings today on eBay
I'm listening to Imagine Dragons and imaginin' draggin'
Your body fastened onto an old-fashioned wagon
In a cage and then splashin', bagged up, slashed up
Organs, [?] and have dozens of maggots gaggin'
Throw your remains in an old mine cavern
That's deeper than the Grand Canyon
I've been referred to as a caveman in the zone
Spit inferno verbals, I can certainly get your wife pregnant through a song
You wanted a Chino collaboration for so long
She'll give birth to my verse like your other kids that ain't yours
But go 'head, claim it as your own
Shadow realm, followed and haunted by bloodhounds
Let off eleven babbled rounds till every element in Heaven is brought down
Welcome to a skeleton crowd in a city that resembles a burnt out version of Prague
Hurdling smoke and smog on a highway to God
? ice and frost ? that is lost
I'm cut from original lyricism lineage
I will not violate that vintage cloth
That savaging anarchist with all the adequate advantages
I creabake like a ceramicist got Satan askin' who's mans is this
Chino Xl, Stu Bangas and Vinnie
N***a, eat your heart out like a Voodoo priest in Papua New Guinea
Barbosa with a bizarre pistol that'll shoot ?songs? to your scar tissue with Invar missiles
That would've invited and killed that brittle Hitler at bar mitzvahs
Throwin' you out of moving cars and lettin' the warm tar kiss you
The hole in your heart whistle, Latino Count of Monte Cristo
Sentences spilled and I am watched like a sentinel
All you artists have been sent to kneel
I am not just ill, I am Fentanyl
Upon my death it'll rain blood while I'm ascending
My words aren't just letters together connecting
They are life-giving and life-ending