[Intro: Killah Priest] Killah Priest... King Masada Landed on a sick canvas Now I roam this dead planet, head bandaged Insane, preachin God's commandment, feel me
[Verse 1: Killah Priest] I move through the dark regions, and won't stop 'til we even, until you bleedin, until you stop breathin Givin careers a severe beatin For emceeing, it's something That I don't take lightly, how the fuck you ever invite me To a duel, I drool Before I break fool, then I drag MC's Beat em down to they knees, grab your necks and SQUEEZE Til there's no life left, they lifeless Then micless, what a crisis I give them a good night's rest I break they biceps, and triceps, thighs and necks Breast area, is the best area Before I bury ya, I make sure that you never Ever, ever, ever, try that shit no more KnowhatI'msayin? (Word is bond!) Your ambition, put you in that fucked up condition Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction Now you in a state of non-fiction Make you beg for mercy, if you ever approach me I blow your head off, when I talk, chop off your arms And bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin For a dead-end, stop your sweatin Like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin Snuck up on you at your wedding, at your honeymoon, turn that shit Into doom, turn your rap cass-ettes, into your fucking caskets You God damn bastards Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid [Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye Gave you no time to crawl, so walk on by I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie The good to your bye; your question to your why? The wing to your fly, low to your high The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's My place to birth strong, gave me the eye
[Verse 2: Killah Priest] The fatal brave to grave, the ceremonies From religious cults, half man and half goat Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes We followed goats, our nose and hella smoke Fire breathin dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern To the see the future, through the crystal ball The triple walls of fisher wants to miss the fall Offense, see the coffin, often I fell at the doorstop coughin, I heard the pipe organ (cough) Saw some men of a white origin I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, and George Bush Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf Upon the brazen altar, six men Offer they only daughter splashin holy water I ran for the, camcorders, now I'm plagued with curses I roam the Earth's surface, snatchin purses Allergic to catholic churches, what's the purpose Religious worship, is worthless I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the saints were married But now they buried cause of Satan's fury, I faced the jury Held in court, like Christ nailed to a cross Confront my knowledge, like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace The government wants my wallet
[Chorus: Ol' Dirty Bastard] (x2) I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye Gave you no time to crawl, so walk on by I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie The good to your bye; your question to your why? The wing to your fly, low to your high The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's My place to birth strong, gave me the eye
[Outro: Killah Priest] If you don't know... now you know Killah Priest, now you knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
