Beausoleil Wiretaps lyrics

[Intro]
– Are you aware that the word "pharmacy," our English word, "pharmacy," comes from the Greek word "pharmakeia," which means sorceries and witchcraft? Not only that, the word "druggist" in Greek actually means poisoner. Think about that the next time you take your medication

[Verse 1: Goretex]
Fiends I use for target practice, best carpet cleaners
I'm Mahavishnu in the flesh, I look like Chaka Demus
Demeo face, Sandinistas how we carve your features
Maserati with the top bleedin', mockin' Jesus
Packages from Haitian kids so they can cop their visas
Plug likе Norman Fell, heard the coffin bеlls
Hosed out the smelly trunk from all the mortadella
Deli slices on his fingers, so I couldn't tell
Ralphie's turtleneck with a Cuban, the gem Gargamel
Rigatoni cook cadavers, make apartments smell
Oil and ziti with shells, creepin' like infidels
Mask and guns, you're a pus*y in the gastropub
Castellano copa evident, the matchin' gloves
Potato on the llama when I get the action bug
Fat mattress sit downs, I know what the captain does
Holes like Finlandia Swiss, make the rapture come
Magic wands, podium kings without them on drugs

[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
After apocalypse, the dead arise
Feastin' on the end of times
Get a life, done fixed your Jedi Mind
Vinnie Vega, Billy Ocean, down to get Money Mitch
To break bread with us, you need the thumbs up from Eclipse
Louie V pattern on the Uzi
Rat-a-tat you from across the street, splatter your Suzuki
Empty two into your Bentley Coupe or Subaru
Anybody might can die, these slugs don't give a f*ck who is who
We be outside, but in the cut, watchin' you watchin' us
The scope on my rifle has binoculars to spot you f*cks
Pop you from a block away
Hit you with bullet holes the size of hockey pucks
With lines that's engineered like designer drugs
'94 Supreme drip, '95 Polo
OG and Snow Beach, every kind of box logo
Murder your idols, kill your heroes
Pistolero with Billy Bolero
Billy to your dome like a sombrero
[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
Bella Vista, Tuddy Cicero (I got that thing with me)
Sergio Tacchini and a Figaro
The magazine the size of a piccolo (Boo-boo-boo)
Glock 40 kiss 'em like a mistletoe
I was schizo 'til I saw my celly (I was)
Evangelista Torricelli
Shootin' gallery, call Minelli (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo)
I needed mozzarella when I called the deli (Ohh)
Physics is the science of force (Yeah)
Isa didn't die on a cross
You just punchin', there's no weavin'
My shooters got sticks, they will hit you for no reason (Boom-boom-boom)
I couldn't be more ready (Nah)
This dummy should be ready for war if he talk heavy (Stupid)
I got the mop from European droogs (Yeah)
You better be on your P's and Q's (Rah)