Weapon of Unholy Wrath - Jedi Mind Tricks

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

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

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