Vinnie Paz - Role of Life

Life, this role of life

This is Rock of Gibraltar rap
The Springfield M14 show you
Where the coffin's at
You muhfuckas don't belong in rap
Fuck with me, you got a better chance
Takin' an abortion back
Y'all lack flavor, put some sauce on that
I went to the Great Wall
Put my fist through and walked through that
Where this muhfucka's fortune at?
I'ma levitate his body
Make it spin like a Laundromat (Rratt)
Muhfucka, I was born to rap
I been making records wild long
Never did a song that's whack
How many have accomplished that?
I was wild as a young boy
Shouldn't have put moms through that
Vinnie Paz been to 'Nam and back
I ain't never put the guns down, cousin
So my palms is black
You a bitch, I ain't involved with that
I got a big trunk and that's where
Vinnie keep all of his corpses at bLRATT!

Life, this role of life

Silverback Gorilla walk through the minefield
We don't see eye to eye
On how you define real
Y'all are wonderin' if I'm out
Of my mind still i just need some liquor and
Pills and I'm chill
I run with Puerto Rocks
Morenos and vagabonds
And Paz'll shoot this motherfucker
Up like Barrie Bonds
I'm like a military doctor
Vinnie carry arms
My shit is military proper
Vinnie carry bombs
I kick in the door like BI did
And the automatic weapons look like TI crib
Vinnie fat, you never see my ribs
I don't call it loadin' bullets
I refer to it as feed my kids
All I think about is slaughterin' y'all
This little muhfucka named Charles Hamilton
Is harder than y'all
It's in the garbage with y'all
Listen to all you Myspace rappers
I'm a father to y'all

Life, this role of life

I write in the rain
Turn beautiful night into pain
I turn life into a frightening game
(Frightening game) i don't have love in me
It's just ice in my veins
My fist hammer of Thor, I Tyson the game
(BLRATT) this rap shit deep in my heart
Y'all was sleep from the start
But that just led to unbelievable art
And on top of that the
God is unbelievably smart
My bare fists turn trees into bark
(Trees into bark)
Y'all don't want any improvement at all
Y'all are devils
Y'all are torturin' the rule of the law
My mind is a computer of war
And it's typically the biggest
Muhfucka that'll usually fall
(blratt! blratt)
Give me one take cousin, the god out
A forty of idiot, Billy Dee, and I ride out
The forty Glock poppin' ya eyes out
Now you never get a chance to
See what the god 'bout
Hahahaha! blratt! blratt!

Life, this role of life

I'm not you, rapper, I'm a G!
Louie fuckin' Doggs! The Genocide General!
Heavy Metal King! Yo, BILL, what up, daddy?
The God Jus Allah sinatra, where you at?
Jimmy the

Written by:
JUSTIN DANTE CROSS, VINCENT LUVINER

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