[Intro Scratches]
Supreme!
All kneel, kiss the ring!
Watch them scream "your Majesty"!
Majestic
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
You dudes is buffoon
The blicky under the jeans is like Fruit of the Loom
I'm like OG Dona Michi shootin' cocoon
Moafuckas talk greezy like if you was immune
And the bar work crazy at the user's spittoon
While you out front cleanin' up your stoop of a boon
I took four Perc tans and I flew to the Moon
While Stallone there hookin' up a loop in the room
This the Wild Wild West and I shoot the saloon
See the orchestra is playin' here, the flutes are bassoon
We in Philly wearin' Timbеrland boots in the June
We thеm Rival Ram '92 Boosters of Doom
See it's hot in Hell, akhi, it's like Lucifer tomb
Turnin' all white Diddy party suits to maroon
I'm a gravedigger goin' to the booth and exhume
Print the 3D blick from the computer and boom, toma!
[Verse 2: Lord Goat]
Ties in depression, over-aggressive
Come through, mausoleum vans, delicatessens
Heavy Metal warfare when we closin' yo' section
Boxcutter rockin' Sadie shirt holdin' the shoulder weapon (Hahaha, yeah!)
Modified Russian stock, it's a frozen exit
Bury you in half a turtleneck is where the dead sit
My legacy to speak in pussies and corn beef
Full diseased, run you out like Tom Hanks in Greece
We Andy Garner, we boss, Tuddy we never lost to learn the scale
Howie said too much might make 'em nauseous
King Diamond cape in the kitchen we burn torches
Rip it up like Devo, he mix a drop of Lavoris
I'm a creature from the Gemini Lounge, check out my live fortress
Michelle's intervene skinny jeans
Fiends lined up waiting for drops like Human Centipede
Refrigerator Perry shooter in the mezzanine
Invest in cream etonics and gas power to rip his spleen
Supreme!
All kneel, kiss the ring!
Watch them scream "your Majesty"!
Majestic
[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
You dudes is buffoon
The blicky under the jeans is like Fruit of the Loom
I'm like OG Dona Michi shootin' cocoon
Moafuckas talk greezy like if you was immune
And the bar work crazy at the user's spittoon
While you out front cleanin' up your stoop of a boon
I took four Perc tans and I flew to the Moon
While Stallone there hookin' up a loop in the room
This the Wild Wild West and I shoot the saloon
See the orchestra is playin' here, the flutes are bassoon
We in Philly wearin' Timbеrland boots in the June
We thеm Rival Ram '92 Boosters of Doom
See it's hot in Hell, akhi, it's like Lucifer tomb
Turnin' all white Diddy party suits to maroon
I'm a gravedigger goin' to the booth and exhume
Print the 3D blick from the computer and boom, toma!
[Verse 2: Lord Goat]
Ties in depression, over-aggressive
Come through, mausoleum vans, delicatessens
Heavy Metal warfare when we closin' yo' section
Boxcutter rockin' Sadie shirt holdin' the shoulder weapon (Hahaha, yeah!)
Modified Russian stock, it's a frozen exit
Bury you in half a turtleneck is where the dead sit
My legacy to speak in pussies and corn beef
Full diseased, run you out like Tom Hanks in Greece
We Andy Garner, we boss, Tuddy we never lost to learn the scale
Howie said too much might make 'em nauseous
King Diamond cape in the kitchen we burn torches
Rip it up like Devo, he mix a drop of Lavoris
I'm a creature from the Gemini Lounge, check out my live fortress
Michelle's intervene skinny jeans
Fiends lined up waiting for drops like Human Centipede
Refrigerator Perry shooter in the mezzanine
Invest in cream etonics and gas power to rip his spleen
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