This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
People want to think that this is the Wild West – we don't have any laws. What we don't have is enforcement of those laws.
Senator Fumo argues tougher gun laws alone won't stop shootings.
Last time I checked we had a law against murder. It doesn't prevent people from killing people.
The governor, the mayor, the DA, they all want stricter gun laws.
Beanie Sigel:
Man, fuck all that bullshit. Vinnie paz, what up? Broad Street bully in the buildin' i say kill 'em all. Exterminate these roaches, fuck that. You pay me, or pay Cardo. Pays Pells or somebody, Howthornes[?] or somebody.
Pay me or pay the funeral home nigga kill all yall niggas, what?
May death come to all those who cross us
The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, coffins
Church masses, closed caskets, Bible verses, long black hearses
Long-ass gats too big for holsters, obituary posters getting posted
The reaper closin' in, he gettin' closer
You just fake, you blink (whaa) it's over
[Saint Props?] Soulja here, SK shoulder gear
ice grill, who? Hold that stare
Half a clip now hold that there
So, how's your hip? now roll that J, yea
You missed the list of the souls I spare
I double-checked that you ain't on that there
I squeeze weapons, hollow points open up like the cobra head
Collapse lungs like a fold-up chair, flat line, clear
Kill 'em all, (kill e'm kill e'm) kill 'em all (kill e'm)
Kill 'em all, (kill e'm kill e'm) kill 'em all (kill e'm)
Kill 'em all, (kill e'm kill e'm) kill 'em all (kill e'm)
Kill 'em all, (kill e'm kill e'm) kill 'em all (kill e'm)
I rhyme like my life on the line, this fucking mic is mine
The past burglar, the mass murder, the viper's shrine
A strong body could never conquer a righteous mind
Some think it's destiny, some of you think it's Christ-designed
You consider what I'm doing like a magical art
I consider what I'm doing like a stab through the heart
My brain moves at light speed, nothing fast as my thought
You might feel a slight breeze from the savage's heart
Y'all saying Vinnie is back but Vinnie never left
I just had these faggots hating and watching my every step
Everything with Vinnie very deadly, every breath
Everything with Vinnie very heavy, heavenly flesh
Y'all ain't fucking with weight, I'm doing steady reps
I'm a sell my shit and then skate like I was Kerry Getz
I keep my biscuit right next to where my machete rest
Everything is everything but pussy death is death
[repeat hook]
Senator Fumo argues tougher gun laws alone won't stop shootings.
Last time I checked we had a law against murder. It doesn't prevent people from killing people.
The governor, the mayor, the DA, they all want stricter gun laws.
Beanie Sigel:
Man, fuck all that bullshit. Vinnie paz, what up? Broad Street bully in the buildin' i say kill 'em all. Exterminate these roaches, fuck that. You pay me, or pay Cardo. Pays Pells or somebody, Howthornes[?] or somebody.
Pay me or pay the funeral home nigga kill all yall niggas, what?
May death come to all those who cross us
The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, coffins
Church masses, closed caskets, Bible verses, long black hearses
Long-ass gats too big for holsters, obituary posters getting posted
The reaper closin' in, he gettin' closer
You just fake, you blink (whaa) it's over
[Saint Props?] Soulja here, SK shoulder gear
ice grill, who? Hold that stare
Half a clip now hold that there
So, how's your hip? now roll that J, yea
You missed the list of the souls I spare
I double-checked that you ain't on that there
I squeeze weapons, hollow points open up like the cobra head
Collapse lungs like a fold-up chair, flat line, clear
Kill 'em all, (kill e'm kill e'm) kill 'em all (kill e'm)
Kill 'em all, (kill e'm kill e'm) kill 'em all (kill e'm)
Kill 'em all, (kill e'm kill e'm) kill 'em all (kill e'm)
Kill 'em all, (kill e'm kill e'm) kill 'em all (kill e'm)
I rhyme like my life on the line, this fucking mic is mine
The past burglar, the mass murder, the viper's shrine
A strong body could never conquer a righteous mind
Some think it's destiny, some of you think it's Christ-designed
You consider what I'm doing like a magical art
I consider what I'm doing like a stab through the heart
My brain moves at light speed, nothing fast as my thought
You might feel a slight breeze from the savage's heart
Y'all saying Vinnie is back but Vinnie never left
I just had these faggots hating and watching my every step
Everything with Vinnie very deadly, every breath
Everything with Vinnie very heavy, heavenly flesh
Y'all ain't fucking with weight, I'm doing steady reps
I'm a sell my shit and then skate like I was Kerry Getz
I keep my biscuit right next to where my machete rest
Everything is everything but pussy death is death
[repeat hook]
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