Animal Rap Lyrics - Visions Of Gandhi - Jedi Mind Tricks

You know the Don's armed wit sixteen 

And I go hard for the big cream, the whips and the carriage 

Ball like the Knicks and the Mavericks, switchin' the fabrics 

Pull up wit some big shit, lieutenant shit, hittin' the hazards 

Spot a bitch wit that Cris habit, I gotta have it 

Fuck shorty and send her OT wit a brick in her baggage 

Roll where the clubs at she liquored up lavish 

She only lick dick status to get cabbage 

Dick get lathered to the thick baptist 

Who back on the map? Giancana wit a vengeance 

It's drama to the finish, but the llama to your appendix (aiight) 

And squeezing the slugs, gun powder season your blood 

I'm a legend breathing, the reason you thug (nigga) 

This where the buck stops, fuck props 

Buck shots at the top money, what the fuck you forgot? 

Thought I was done and wasn't thuggin' the block? 

Still real, bustin' the glock 

Put it where you could see it (blao) what up now? 

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Sample of Mike Tyson speaking 

People always talkin' bout I'm being loud and ruckus 

I'm talkin' rogus because I'm angry, you know? 

I'm angry about my experiences and all the things that I been through 

See everyone else has the right to be angry 

But this is just the way I express myself 

(So, you ready to fight??) 

Yo, bust a motherfuckin' gat to this 

Y'all believe lies like y'all was Catholics 

I rap in Arabic, so my message is just immaculate 

My rap a lab-a-rynth, drink a forty and blaze a sack to it 

My aim is accurate, take your brain and blow out the back of it 

I'm surly, miserable cat that slap shorties 

Looks kinda resemble that of fat Pauly 

I don't even clap, young boy, he claps for me 

Chain hang down to my dick, I'm that gaudy 

I don't even fuck wit you cats, you rap poorly 

I don't even buck at you cats, you that corny 

Wit a wack army, we barkin' at you 

And Vinnie Paz holds a hammer like a carpenter do 

you should understand that I ain't really fuckin' around 

and if you don't, you gonna find your body stuffed in the ground 

We buckin' em down, cuz that's how wrong my life is 

Y'all don't understand how fuckin' strong my wife is 

I'm from a time where every song was righteous 

Before rap was just a swarm of white kids 

And y'all a witness to the dawn of hypeness, or just another victim to the 

pawns and sheisters 

I'll feed your corpse to a swarm of vipers 

And let em suck the blood till your form is lifeless 

What!!! Fuckin' Vinnie Paz daddy!!!! (Yeah!!!) 

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And I'm not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to waist my life 

Cause when I die I'm going to paradise 

So I'm not worried, and I'm in a hurry to die 

Cause I'm not gonna let nobody disrespect me 

and make comments about me without me retaliating