Lyrics to I Am The Chaos
Who the fuck is you?
Yeah, Pistolero Pazienza
Not me
Who the fuck is you?
Yeah, I'm headhunting
We walk this dog let 'em breathe
Who the fuck is you?
I set this motherfucker off like I'm a Bolshevik
I hold a toaster grip, reduce the choir to a soloist
Unload the clip and leave a hole and shit, the size of [polar❓❓]
Patrol the vulture pit , I leave a marks (Marx) on 'em like Socialists
It is the moment you realize you're just not a vocalist
The cold and social grip is as close to the cold as Milosevic
A male chauvenist, you can cross it off of your grocery list
You're holding swollen ribs I'm beholding to Odin
[Conquer it's❓❓❓]
The dope is odourless, getting hold of it is kinda onerous
Be all felonious I got dogs, and homie they dobermans
We noblemen, it's oxygen, hemoglobin and odorous
So close your lips, high key the shottie'll leave you froze and stiff
I blow the fifth, homie they hold the the size of a poker chip
The yopper ownership, just another level of showmanship
I have the [show then pick me❓❓❓] you jokers getting the bulk of it
And hid his lower limbs closure homie, it's over with
Fuck out the way pa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Fuck out my way papa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
I'm pistolero Pazzy so every chopper reliable
The brujeria banger, the murders are justifiable
It's headshots homie, the body identifiable
The body parts intact but the face is unrecognizable
The weaponry is sizable, all of it modifiable
The doctor told my mother her child is certifiable
This Gucci lamb leather is terror, homie it's dye-able
Serial number of money they ain't classifiable
It's way too cold and the temperature ain't survivable
These hollow points homie, the horror is indescribable
They think that a maniacal mercenary is glamorous
The desert eagle ain't even deadly homie its cancerous
The rhyme annihilation obliteration calamitous
I took a vote to see if you pussy it was unanimous
A motherfucking son of an emperor, I'm Brittanicus
The temple of a riot, the mind of a psychoanalyst
Fuck out the way pa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Fuck out my way papa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Yeah, Pistolero Pazienza
Not me
Who the fuck is you?
Yeah, I'm headhunting
We walk this dog let 'em breathe
Who the fuck is you?
I set this motherfucker off like I'm a Bolshevik
I hold a toaster grip, reduce the choir to a soloist
Unload the clip and leave a hole and shit, the size of [polar❓❓]
Patrol the vulture pit , I leave a marks (Marx) on 'em like Socialists
It is the moment you realize you're just not a vocalist
The cold and social grip is as close to the cold as Milosevic
A male chauvenist, you can cross it off of your grocery list
You're holding swollen ribs I'm beholding to Odin
[Conquer it's❓❓❓]
The dope is odourless, getting hold of it is kinda onerous
Be all felonious I got dogs, and homie they dobermans
We noblemen, it's oxygen, hemoglobin and odorous
So close your lips, high key the shottie'll leave you froze and stiff
I blow the fifth, homie they hold the the size of a poker chip
The yopper ownership, just another level of showmanship
I have the [show then pick me❓❓❓] you jokers getting the bulk of it
And hid his lower limbs closure homie, it's over with
Fuck out the way pa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Fuck out my way papa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
I'm pistolero Pazzy so every chopper reliable
The brujeria banger, the murders are justifiable
It's headshots homie, the body identifiable
The body parts intact but the face is unrecognizable
The weaponry is sizable, all of it modifiable
The doctor told my mother her child is certifiable
This Gucci lamb leather is terror, homie it's dye-able
Serial number of money they ain't classifiable
It's way too cold and the temperature ain't survivable
These hollow points homie, the horror is indescribable
They think that a maniacal mercenary is glamorous
The desert eagle ain't even deadly homie its cancerous
The rhyme annihilation obliteration calamitous
I took a vote to see if you pussy it was unanimous
A motherfucking son of an emperor, I'm Brittanicus
The temple of a riot, the mind of a psychoanalyst
Fuck out the way pa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Fuck out my way papa, I'm coming through
I'm Vinnie P doggy, who the fuck is you?
Pussy who the fuck is you?
Come on, who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
Who the fuck is you?
