Design in malice минус

Verse 1 If I dont have the mag I get a bastard stabbed With a knife because I claw for an Alaskan crab Young, Im down with Vinnie give me six weeks All yall little pipsqueaks is up shits creek Think we a joke? Ill 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 hoesll suck some cock Then Ill 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, well hold your funeral XCs Niggas money come in roman numerals Your block slow now, she fuck with them rappers Cause yall niggas money took a muscle-relaxer Chorus Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme Its work, not how I pass the time Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme Its work, not how I pass the time Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme Its work, not how I pass the time Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme Its work, not how I pass the time Verse 2 My musics strong enough to stop a bomb Im putting pressure on you kids like Im 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, 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 choppers arm The backstage filled with liquor and a lot of traum Cause its been hard on Vinnie since my fathers gone Im 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 Chorus Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme Its work, not how I pass the time Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme Its work, not how I pass the time Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme Its work, not how I pass the time Im the mastermind with a faster rhyme Its work, not how I pass the time Verse 3 You dont have to search and question I have the purse and the murder weapon Never get a second chance to make a first impression Im no virgin, a murderer, and Im an urban legend Rather be of real service than to serve in Heaven I dont like cops, I dont like co-operators I dont like traitors or story corroborators In any problem Im the common denominator My behaviour is the product of intoxicators Im just blood addicted, its the other liquid Im above the limit off of the blood of the wicked Dont even ask, theres somebody in the bodybags The blood matches thats on the hatchets and hockey mask Im never traumatized, I dont have to compromise I dont 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