design in malice

if i don't have the mag i get a bastard stabbed

with a knife because i claw for an alaskan crab

young

i'm down with vinnie give me six weeks

all y'all little pipsqueaks is up shit's creek

think we a joke? i'll put three in your throat

drunk off gin and c&c coke then we flee in a boat

then i come open up the spot with coconut ciroc so the hoes'll suck some cock

then i'll forget the call

after the nut i get attention deficit disorder

1-5 catch us off xes and dust

whole clique of registered sex offenders

pop shit

we'll hold your funeral xcs

niggas money come in roman numerals

your block slow now

she fuck with them rappers

cause y'all niggas money took a muscle-relaxer

i'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme

it's work

not how i pass the time

i'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme

it's work

not how i pass the time

i'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme

it's work

not how i pass the time

i'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme

it's work

not how i pass the time

my music's strong enough to stop a bomb

i'm putting pressure on you kids like i'm a soccer mom

who you think idea that it was to stop saddam?

who you think idea that was to drop the bomb?

you get your shit rocked ma like mustafa song

you blowing smoke you motherfucker

you should cop a bong

the nine taurus jam a little bit

the glock is strong

i move brutal and use voodoo like papa shango

over a billion muslims

you could never stop islam

over a billion bullets shooting from the chopper's arm

the backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum'

cause it's been hard on vinnie since my father's gone

i'm about to blow the fucking horns like it was rosh hashanah

this is the calm before the storm

armageddon dawn

carry a motherfucker head that i shred in nam

i speak literally

figuratively

the prophet gone

i'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme

it's work

not how i pass the time

i'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme

it's work

not how i pass the time

i'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme

it's work

not how i pass the time

i'm the mastermind with a faster rhyme

it's work

not how i pass the time

you don't have to search and question

i have the purse and the murder weapon

never get a second chance to make a first impression

i'm no virgin

a murderer

and i'm an urban legend

rather be of real service than to serve in heaven

i don't like cops

i don't like co-operators

i don't like traitors or story corroborators

in any problem i'm the common denominator

my behaviour is the product of intoxicators

i'm just blood addicted

it's the other liquid

i'm above the limit off of the blood of the wicked

don't even ask

there's somebody in the bodybags

the blood matches that's on the hatchets and hockey mask

i'm never traumatized

i don't have to compromise

i don't have economize the homicides

you tell reasons to take the will my faith is nil

i believe that even jesus has a way to kill