Serve the Creator Songtext
von Vinnie Paz
Serve the Creator Songtext
Yeah! Recognize, mafuckas
These razor blades is sharper than the metal bar (wraah)
How you (jello forms) fuckin′ with the ghetto god (?) (huh)
I let the cannon rawr, doggy get your melamore (??)
You scared to war
Bring the pain I swear I split that pan in two (hahaha)
I need me in the flesh, walking up from the wave (?) (yeah)
Like Afro Samurai the way I laugh by the play (?)
The criminal kind, niggas get clapped for they cake (ba-ba-ba-ba)
Half of 'em fake, I don′t hear kings and treat 'em like slaves
Exotic tools (yeah) Shooters from Calamisu
Had to let a beast such as myself out of the zoo (uhuh)
You niggas cue, I blast a bitch in and out of your crew (brrrr!) So disrespectful bar, now I been known to piss on you fools (?)
A hustler in the streets, in the booth I'm a animal (y′know that)
I spit that fire water and the flow′s highly inflammable (facts)
Seven Star General, the third war Hannibal
This hammer though, will leave a hole in your cantaloupe
(To-to-to-to-to) Word, to this game I'm a Pharaoh (yeah)
They say to make it big I gotta make
A deal with the devil (nah, fuck that)
Get right, this industry is a fraud (?) (yeah)
They only want ′em to ghost yeah and with us Allah (?) (hum to Allah)
Yeah! I'm choppin′ diamonds like a jeweler
Smoke the Buddha, sip a Nannavoola, I'm a fool-a (?)
Yeah! Motherfuckers
Yeah...
This a wild guess homie, this a shot in the dark
You like baby food, just another walk in the park
This philosophy I walk into a Mosque with Descartes
This is Jeffrey Dahmer ′89, fork in the heart
This Magnum ain't eat in a while, see the .cal hungry
That's why I got my hand in my drawers like I′m Al Bundy
A lot of y′all know that you stolen ya' style from me
You can′t duplicate what I did and you wild bummy
What you know about your man being down?
Doing eighteen bullets you ain't have him around
We clappin′ this like you wearin' a cap and a gown
The hatches is wide open better battin′ 'em down
You tryin' to go to war with the man
You mafuckas ′bout to ride in the coroner van
This a mind ripper, you can take a shot of this booze
I′m a king, you a pawn, y'all must got me confused
Batiman!
These razor blades is sharper than the metal bar (wraah)
How you (jello forms) fuckin′ with the ghetto god (?) (huh)
I let the cannon rawr, doggy get your melamore (??)
You scared to war
Bring the pain I swear I split that pan in two (hahaha)
I need me in the flesh, walking up from the wave (?) (yeah)
Like Afro Samurai the way I laugh by the play (?)
The criminal kind, niggas get clapped for they cake (ba-ba-ba-ba)
Half of 'em fake, I don′t hear kings and treat 'em like slaves
Exotic tools (yeah) Shooters from Calamisu
Had to let a beast such as myself out of the zoo (uhuh)
You niggas cue, I blast a bitch in and out of your crew (brrrr!) So disrespectful bar, now I been known to piss on you fools (?)
A hustler in the streets, in the booth I'm a animal (y′know that)
I spit that fire water and the flow′s highly inflammable (facts)
Seven Star General, the third war Hannibal
This hammer though, will leave a hole in your cantaloupe
(To-to-to-to-to) Word, to this game I'm a Pharaoh (yeah)
They say to make it big I gotta make
A deal with the devil (nah, fuck that)
Get right, this industry is a fraud (?) (yeah)
They only want ′em to ghost yeah and with us Allah (?) (hum to Allah)
Yeah! I'm choppin′ diamonds like a jeweler
Smoke the Buddha, sip a Nannavoola, I'm a fool-a (?)
Yeah! Motherfuckers
Yeah...
This a wild guess homie, this a shot in the dark
You like baby food, just another walk in the park
This philosophy I walk into a Mosque with Descartes
This is Jeffrey Dahmer ′89, fork in the heart
This Magnum ain't eat in a while, see the .cal hungry
That's why I got my hand in my drawers like I′m Al Bundy
A lot of y′all know that you stolen ya' style from me
You can′t duplicate what I did and you wild bummy
What you know about your man being down?
Doing eighteen bullets you ain't have him around
We clappin′ this like you wearin' a cap and a gown
The hatches is wide open better battin′ 'em down
You tryin' to go to war with the man
You mafuckas ′bout to ride in the coroner van
This a mind ripper, you can take a shot of this booze
I′m a king, you a pawn, y'all must got me confused
Batiman!
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