[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' at one bando
M60 yoppa, I'm poppin' like John Rambo
Before you speak you should think of the pain
For you Wayne Brady motherfuckers think it's a game
Look I'll be shootin' up the hood through 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 cooking with gas
We dope 'bout it, only from the roof to your toes
I will never let the window 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 meaning 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
Lyrically deadly, you getting edgy for smoking reggie
I'm Rakim, it's safe to say he ain't know the ledgie
With this .40 I'm always ready
Especially when I hold it over steady
Blow off his head and eat a bowl of spaghetti
I'm petty with it, I'm Tom and you Jerry
We make sure that all them 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
Call it a crime, I snuff Pop
Then I stuff cock, all in his mind, do that shit all the time
Cousin called, said he cold turkey from all this slime
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
Better yet let's stick to the business
Shit is lyrical fitness, V, can I get a witness?
It's that old Yardfather right there son
Give it to 'em Vinnie