Road Warrior

Yeah. Pazienza. Yo Lib, what up baby? Slaine, my brother from another Yeah. Philly to the Bean all day Official Pistol Gang. Ill Rock. (hahahha) [Verse 1 - Adlib:] Road warrior, murdering miles Guzzle bottles, splash puddles on models Got the club shit that you catch on the dial This that drug shit that get kept in the viles Wild style, stayin' in a box-car Fame in the street, enterage of rock stars Pop lock up cars, switch up daily Dive bar, shitty store, sniffers pay we Outlaws, alchohol fuel our cravings Blow cigars, get scarred, fuck safety Risk takers, paper chasers Box your mothafuckin' face with razors Ruthless assholes, my crew's so rotten Sloppy strippers on the pole for oxy Not from the Carter that they cop from poppy Nazi cops want a red dot and pop me I'm huntin' zombies, with Pun on repeat Knee deep in shits creek, no tongue and cheek When I speak it reeks from the curb Listen, start ichin' to rob If not, then the slob ain't doing his job So dance with the devil before you go meet your god [Verse 2 - Vinnie Paz:] I don't gotta say no names Cause a bitch is a bitch, I don't play those games Official Pistol Gang, we hold thangs And I'll bloody up your shirt, like tomato stains See I done been to hell and back I done talked about murdering the president, my cell was tapped I smell a rat, should've went to jail for that These mothafuckers mailed the pipe-bomb, I mailed it back I see all of y'all rappers as tight gay City sought the giddy where the diesel is light grey (yeah, namean?) I don't give a fuck what you might say Buck 50 side of the neck where the knife lay (that's where the knife go) My horror been shining for years I done outlasted ever single one of my peers (I'm still out here shining) But for me that's just a common affair Peace to Adlib, now I'm out for some beers, yeah [Verse 3 - Slaine:] Stab your nose, drunk with a six figure salary Pop ?? ??, who want to challenge me I'm a superstar, you don't live in my galaxy King with the crown, you ain't down with the palace, see I run this town, layin' in the shadows Everybody know the name Slaine, Mr. Carol Double-barrel shotgun, watch fools travelin' Sawin' you in half, collapsin' your abdomin My dues been paid, the rules been layed down and broken C'mon stupid, don't provoke him You cats smoke crack rocks like '86 And you snitch ass dope phenes boostin' with the shady bitch I ain't fallin' with the traps and tricks Pull the wool over your eyes when I clap the click Ain't no fun over here, I'm on some backwards shit Black crook, black hoodies, and the blackest kicks (like this)