Lyrics Sicilian Bull - Vinnie Paz

Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, yeah, one-two!
Yeah, yeah, one-two! Haha!
Yeah, Papo Andy forever!
A′ight -- Yeah!

You don't want Vinnie to pop the trunk cause its under there
The snakes is venomous so be wary what′s it's in the jungle here
It's Unga-Bunga′s here, you′ll be trapped inside of a bunker here
You're in the gutter where you′ll be pissin' inside your underwear
You suddenly become aware of all of the blood that′s here
Shovels here, Coco liquor up inside the Tupperware
We makin' supper here, take your Wallys and your other pairs
It′s under the covers there, and a couple of drunken Russians there
A tons of guns appear, and it's cartridges in abundance here
It's mafuckas armed to the teeth it′s like we the Bundeswehr
We took a tunnel there, to the sewer it wasn′t traceable
The blicky go up under your chin and blow out your nasal roof
The best hustle, the neck muscles is like a Saber tooth
The Tec touch you, the Tec cut through every razor room (?)
We standin' on the top of Olympus what did you say to Zeus
The body count pilin′, we wildin', it′s not debatable, yeah!

My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fucker
We unholy, sharp razor, full bloodied money maker
Where ever we at, we keep the blicks right there

This a Gucci satchel, ahki, it's made from a fuckin′ alligator
Frank Sheeran shooters will merk and suck on an Now & Later
Take a (pal updater) distribute it to the allocator (?)
Runnin' foul on nature laboratories and calibrators
Sawed shotty got a nickname and it's The Evaporator
Take ya back to (pages) and El Dorado′s and activate ′em (?)
My collaborators is powed inside of a abogator (?)
He don't wanna brawl, he don′t want a war, he a trap devator (?)
Trips down south and we goin' down to Atlanta later
Needles and a bone saw, homie I′m the reanimator
((Par agate young powerful suck a pan updater)) (?????????)
Y'all been drainin′ ya bodily fluids like it's an aspirator (?)
Thoughts is all deadly, they desecratin' the scrapper paper
Agitator, shotty will spin him like he a barrel maker (?)
Fortress roll-by′s reactivated eradicator
Pistol Gang pop ′em and drop 'em in the volcanic crater
Yeeeeeah!

My commission, sit at the table like the last supper, fucker
We unholy, sharp razor, full bloodied money maker
Where ever we at, we keep the blicks right there