There's No Wi-Fi in Valhalla - Heavy Metal Kings, Vinnie Paz, Ill Bill

Yeah, one two, Pack Pistol Pazzy

Heavy Metal Kings, Billy Idol, listen

Trust me money, you don’t wanna get into a tussle

He murdered over nothing and I did it on a muscle

We need to be discussing how to hit another hustle

The gun is too big to ever fit into the duffle

This ain’t nothing new ahky, this is how we do things

And I’ll be swinging Epps like I was listening to 2 Chainz

A great white shark on top of the fucking food chain

The accu-bomb range, bullets longer than a shoestring

You talking to a maniac who started on the bottom tier

Cut so many people you would think I had a barber chair

Rob a rich motherfucker quicker than ObamaCare

(???) front of yard in a driver chair

Asked me for a burro so I gave him a taste

And a blickie had it pussy getting sprayed in his face

The AK have his body leaning like an endo

He see a full eclipse cause I gave him the extendo

One gun

Line 'em up!

Two gun

Line 'em up!

AR-15, infrared beam

Line 'em up!

One gun

Line 'em up!

Two gun

Line 'em up!

Infrared beam, AR-15

Line 'em up!

The assault of the goons, walking to my author of doom

An awesome assortment of mooks and all because of the shrooms

My mindframe is distorted and odd

Like Omar Suarez in the car bent, offering jobs

Extorted the mob, got the whole planet’s cornered and robbed

Got a pistol in your mouth like it’s corn on the cob

Spit murder, purple date promos

And live forever like a Cliff Burton bass solo

Heavy Metal Kings, Despicable Me

Step out of first class Air France dipped in Supreme

Gucci chain, used medallion and the fistful of green

My angels of death dressed like pistols with beams

Rambo knives, my rhymes be dipped in fatigues

Tour the world with my goons, we’re an invincible team

My hitters are mean, killers and guerillas that scheme

Killing machines ready to die by living the dream