Murder Fantasia lyrics

[Intro: Vinnie Paz, (Chinaski Black)]
Yeah, Musa, Stallone
Chinaski Black (KTK! Tell 'em, Paz!)
I'm tired of this church!
(Yo, new era, we ain't talkin' 'bout fetti cash. New money, new everything!)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Money talkin' 'bout the trap house
Knowin' that his work stepped on like a frat house
It ain't nothin' funny, akhi, ain't nothin' to laugh 'bout
Muhf*ckas shouldn't throw stones from a glass house
John Uptight, this the f*ckin' rabbit run
Close range .38, Mark David Chapman gun
The blicky left him with a half a lung
I'm the hot chief, you the bottom of the ladder [?]
The work move fast, it send him another key
[?] Policia, it wasn't me