Non Phixion - Big Don Vincenzo lyrics

[Goretex]

What's up kid, Big Don Vincenzo, pushin the Benz-o

Loaded with endo, limo tint around the windows

I'm on these sacks, we max like million dollar slacks

Coked up, ready to run a hundred mile track

Passing the buildings, smokin my ganja plant with children

Like Dennis Hopper, rappin about zebras and Sicilians

Predicting stardom like a swami

I'm all about cold cuts, a t-bone soft red, and fly pastrami

Eatin hearty like Luke Abrasi, I gotta call Billy back

To hit me with Sonys, Fishers, and 'Tachis

Off the truck with silk Versace, it all be criminal

Drug residual, my flows be stoned like the chemical

Gold fanatic, shootin beats like an addict

Peace to all my shooters with gun stats who make it magic

Bucktown goes BIZARRE

Killin fraudulent MC's who be up in drag like Jamie Farr

To the max, I keep it, rugged for days

PJ's be like amazed, got these niggaz in a verbal haze

Goretex Mussolini, rockin zuchini

My classic hip-hop's equivalent to Pagnini

Parmegan and baked ziti, puffin cases of beadie

with cracker bitches, who look a lot like Ally Shedi

Shit is real dunn, hook up killings with guns

So give up your funds, next time you see me on the route