Weapon Of Unholy Wrath

[Verse 1] This the Official Pistol Gang, I put my mother on it If I got beef, I ain’t got beef, my brother on it I just punch you in the face for nothing, I love the conflict And all my grown New York brothers be gunning Spofford Vinnie God-sent, I’m what Allah meant Gucci frames, wild nerdy, call him Clark Kent Me and Jus sat together on the park bench And said if it wasn’t money then it was nonsense Keep steadily finding ways to stay better You don’t fight, you ducking fights, you Mayweather Anyway you wanna put it butcher, slay, sever You looking like Eddie in Delirious, gay leather You arguing over who the best is but it’s me though I’m arguing over who was better Ozzy and Dio Bruce Dickinson, Paul Di’Anno? Ay, dios mio Mel Gibson a racist and Rick Ross is a CO [Hook][x2] One’s for more liquor, two’s for more liquor Honestly it’s my everything, I adore liquor One’s for more trees, two’s for more trees Honestly it’s my everything, I adore trees [Verse 2] Yo there’s more to life than guns and pleasure It’s just till I find something better But I ain’t ever gonna find a trunk of sunken treasure I’m a troublemaker, not a fucking double-major I love being with slug-traders and drug-takers I have an attitude, my gun has a gattitude We ain’t trying to just have gas and fast food I’m with high rollers and pistol holders Gotta stay away from eye-rollers and whistle-blowers If I ever come in contact with them motherfuckers Contact a couple bloodsuckers and shovellers I’m filled with the hate of jihadists and mass-murderers Don’t affiliate with pickpockets and cat burglars Gotta keep my guard up, had a lot of hard luck All I got is money for the bars and Starbucks But why spend cash on snacks and SunChips? When I can spend a stack on gats and gun clips [Hook][x2]