Father Yod lyrics

[Intro:]
Tell me, why did you come to the hospital
To teach, what do you teach?
Toilet? training one years...
Hm, have you started teachin' here at the hospital?
For urine tests...
Pardon?
Urine tests

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, it's a couple of rocks from the crowns (Move up!)
And the shooters on the roof, so it's dots on the ground (They waitin')
It's a SlideFire, that's a bump stock on the pound
This sh*t is heavy and you can go blind from the sound (Pa-pa-pa!)
It was mortalita out there, solid and brown (Perico!)
The old head caught a leg shot and hobble around (You walkin' around here)
These banana clips, homie, they the size of a gown (They long!)
Better to die ten toes down than lie on the ground (Never be, never!)
Y'all ain't doin' what y'all rappin' (Never!)
It ain't talkin' here, lil' homie, it's all action (It's all action!)
You ain't poppin', you ain't realer (You ain't realer!)
So let it go, ahki, 'cause time is the great healer (It is!)
Perc 10s, I'm feelin' a lil' woozy (Woahh woahh)
What type of time you on? This is a real Uzi (Brrrr!)
I started clickin', the sh*t was a real movie (Yeah)
My papa gave me game and sh*t was revealed through me (R.I.P. Papa!)
[Verse 2: ILL BILL]
My shooter named Uzi, his pops named him after his Uzi
We on that demon time, Pazuzu gave acid to Lucy
We laid the groundwork, make the 4 pound twerk
Have the Nina stay loaded and blow until her mouth hurt
I name my Desert Eagle "Desiree The Evil"
Celebratin' razing people when my Desi' spray your people
I'm a cross between BILLY and new approved BILLY
Used to chain smoke bogies like a chimney, dude really
Used to ski the slopes, too, thought it was cool
Should've listened when uncle Howie told me not to, I'm a fool
Most of the time I overstood what not to do
He'd always try to school me and tell me, "That sh*t is not for you"
Had to learn my own lesson, though a close friend of mine died Messin' with blow laced with fentanyl, addict done stretched the coke
Seein' him stretched out in the coffin left my mental broke
And I don't wanna be the next to go

[Verse 3: Goretex]
Calibrated like Mayan sacraments, we stuffin' mattresses
'87 Accords, no seats, controlled massacres
Sharpshooters, Henny blood shakes for pain management
Strange DeMeo chainsaw laughin' holdin' medallions with
Across counties, I got fiends that look like Morton Downey
Bodegas with artillery runs, up in the older Audi
If your hand's not bleedin' you're not shootin' straight
Luger aim Tuddy in Pumas, it's just a putrid game
Grenade launchers like the Armed Forces
Trudgin' through the Projects in sheep skin peeled from the corpses
My depression leave 'em f*ckin' nauseous
Raviolis popped in my grimace when holdin' a Taurus
Fatigues, shells in bags shippin' from Honduras
It's like a hundred goons when I hit the booth
Terry Melcher in the grave, he never spit the truth
Blood is big business, shots through your town coupe
The Russian comin' straight through you soundproof
Turn your gown blue!
[Outro]
Have you've been hearin' voices, tellin' you to do things?
I-I know-I know what the voice box is used for...
Can you tell me?
Hot and cold....
What does that mean, I don't understand
The air conditioning, why my vocal chords were used straightforward
Do you sometimes feel as though you're a robot?
That is a Jehovah's Witness, yes...