[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, yeah
It's murder inside the medicine
Look, one, two
Yo, Ferrigno, salute 'em, yeah
Yeah, look

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
They choppin', Hawaiian bando
M60 yopper, I'm poppin' like John Rambo
Before you speak, you should think of the pain
'Fore you Wayne Brady motherfuckers think it's a game
Look, I'll be shootin' up the hood, do the dash
How many bodies' that? I was never good with the math
I will smack fire out you, put my foot in your ass
It was dry for a minute, now we cookin' with gas
We dope 'bout it, homie, from the roof to your toes
I will never let the window of opportunity close
You was couped up, never left your room and it shows
We was outside sippin' on the booze 'til we froze
You a cherry head, you the type to beef with the plug
Before my son I never knew the true meanin' of love (Marciano, I love you, Papa)
Punky's Dilemma and Paul Simon
You pussy and a pussy allergic to hard rhymin' (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Saigon]
I gun butt 'em, son cut 'em with the machete
We let him live, he come back, I'ma give him a wedgie (Ouch)
Lyrically deadly, you gettin' edgy for smokin' reggie
I'll rock him, it's safe to say he ain't know the ledgie
With this forty I'm always ready
Especially when I hold it over steady
Blow off his head and eat a bowl of spaghetti (Woah)
I'm petty with it, I'm Tom and you Jerry
We make sure that all the rodents go to the cemetery
It's easy to look at y'all and see there's at least two Tekashis in your posse
You describe me, think of Luca Brasi (Yeah, bitch)
Call it a crime
I snuff Pop, then I stuff cock all in his mom
Do that shit all the time (All the time)
Cousin called, said he cold turkey from all the swine (Good)
Sound beautiful like Paz when he call her a dime
Nah, y'all n***as ain't ready yet
And I don't plan on stoppin' 'til my pockets is heavy set (Fat)
Better yet, let's stick to the business
Shit is lyrical fitness, V, can I get a witness?
[Outro: Saigon]
Haha
It's that old Yardfather right there, son
Give it to 'em, V