Kill 'Em All (feat. Beanie Sigel)

People want to think that this is the Wild West, we don't have any laws What we don't have is enforcement of those laws Senator Fumo argues tougher gun laws alone won't stop shootings Last time I checked, we had a law against murder It doesn't prevent people from killing people The governor, the mayor, the DA, they all want stricter gun laws Man, fuck all that bullshit Vinnie Paz, what up? Broad Street Bully in the building I say kill 'em all Exterminate these roaches! Fuck that You pay me or pay Carto Pay Pells or somebody, Hawkins or somebody Pay me or pay the funeral home, nigga Kill all y'all niggas! What May death come to all those who cross us (uh) The preachers, the pastors, the deacons, coffins (coffins) Church masses, closed caskets (closed caskets) Bible verses, long black hearses (long black hearses) Long-ass gats too big for holsters (uh) Obituary posters is getting posted The reaper closing in, he getting closer You just fake, you blink, it's over State Prop' soldier here, SK shoulder gear Ice grill who? Hold that stare Half a clip, now hold that there Throw out your hip, now roll that chair, uh, yeah You missed the list of the souls I spare I double-checked that you ain't on that there I squeeze weapons, hollow points open up like the cobra head Collapse lungs like a fold-up chair, flatline, clear Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all I rhyme like my life on the line, this fucking mic is mine The past burglar, the mass murderer, the viper's shrine A strong body could never conquer a righteous mind Some think it's destiny, some of you think it's Christ-designed You consider what I'm doin' like a magical art I consider what I'm doin' like a stab through the heart My brain moves at light speed, nothing fast as my thought You might feel a slight breeze from the savage's heart Y'all saying Vinnie is back but Vinnie never left I just had these faggots hatin' and watchin' my every step Everything with Vinnie very deadly, every breath Everything with Vinnie very heavy, heavenly flesh Y'all ain't fuckin' wit' weight, I'm doing steady reps I'ma sell my shit and then skate like I was Kerry Getz I keep my biscuit right next to where my machete rest Everything is everything, but pussy death is death Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Kill 'em all, kill 'em all Beez, what up, cuzzo? State Prop! Broad Street Bullies! Vinnie Paz, Vin Laden! Official Pistol Gang! Ab Liva, what up, cuzzo? D-Boys, re-up gang! Rrah! Rrah!