I’m like L’amour’s in ‘85, pull out the sawed-off and spray mine Lords of Chaos perform the séance, burnt sherm up in the trees Ill Bill terminal disease, murder the police Nuns giving blowjobs, gerbils in the priest My drug cauldron like Buzz Aldrin, I’ll put you in a fucking coffin And toss you off a cliff with a forklift I’m awesome, so amazing, and so fortunate So if you fuck with my family I might have to torture your kids Cover the most villainous gang with carnivorous ants Screaming in horror while they rip off their skin with their hands People pay me over the average nation’s loss of default Forcing baby stroller decapitation corporate recalls Baptised in Babylon born to run the landmine marathon The lamb of God that killed Camelot, roaming like a renegade Samurai, sodomania, Romania Who rhymes zanier? I’m the king of Mesopotamia
[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
I’m Manowar in ‘84, my shine is just sick Legend of the third degree god, Hiram Abiff Shut the fuck up, give me the drugs, I don’t resist I’m Mike Vick, kill your dogs, lord violent as shit I walk around with the ice grill god, y’all can’t stop me Son of a widow of the tribe of Naphtali Otherwise known as the stone Hiram Abi Bite the head off of the bat while I chant Ozzy See I’m the lion in the yard My conduct in unfeigned piety to God Yeah all of society is scarred You talking to the wrong motherfuckers if propriety involved I’m a mix of Black Sabbath and a Black Hebrew How could something be so good that’s that evil? I paint portraits of pain from Arafat’s easel The .38 in the waist because the Mac diesel
[Outro]
Murder murder, killer killer RIP season beginsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
