(Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz)
I murder you and laugh
I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path
You a magicians assistant I'm sawing you in half
You a heathen that rely on the beast
I'm a demon at the fire crucifying the priest
I shine over beats: A motherfuckin beast on the mic
I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat's what I like
I bleed in the fight, Vinnie like that taste of his blood
And I'll open up your stomach like the case of a slug
I'm faithful to drugs, puttin metal plates in your mug
Dump your body in the motherfucking lake in a rug, face in the mud
Ya'll create the facade, that my people have exterminated faith in their god
Patience is hard, cousin but it pays to calm
Go to war for anybody who embraces Islam
I'm gracious and warm
Ready for my place in the war
And I'm ready to smash a motherfuckers face in the floor
(Chorus)
We got that gangster gangster shit
We got that murder murder shit
You talk that gangster gangster shit
We live that murder murder shit
(Verse 2 - Ill Bill)
Without order nothing exists
Without chaos nothing evolves
Now get on your knees so I can stick this gun in your mouth
I'm a Slayer album personified
Holocaust columbine
Middle passage Israel versus Palestine
It's the cult leader drinking kool-aid
Run with the doctor's that produced AIDS
I open my mouth I shoot flames
A freedom fighter that got the whole world terrified
Ill Bill, human manifestation of genocide
Stand amongst Grammy winning grimy nosed candy sniffers
Blast a black metal at you like Danny Loco
It's impossible to escape my matrix of hate
I'll make a good girl a cum dumpster saying don't wait
I turn razors to AK's and turn raisins to grapes
Turn blood into wine with an insatiable taste
Drink from the goblet of gore, vomit and poured
Sodom and Gomorrah back to Canarsie, New York
I murder you and laugh
I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path
You a magicians assistant I'm sawing you in half
You a heathen that rely on the beast
I'm a demon at the fire crucifying the priest
I shine over beats: A motherfuckin beast on the mic
I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat's what I like
I bleed in the fight, Vinnie like that taste of his blood
And I'll open up your stomach like the case of a slug
I'm faithful to drugs, puttin metal plates in your mug
Dump your body in the motherfucking lake in a rug, face in the mud
Ya'll create the facade, that my people have exterminated faith in their god
Patience is hard, cousin but it pays to calm
Go to war for anybody who embraces Islam
I'm gracious and warm
Ready for my place in the war
And I'm ready to smash a motherfuckers face in the floor
(Chorus)
We got that gangster gangster shit
We got that murder murder shit
You talk that gangster gangster shit
We live that murder murder shit
(Verse 2 - Ill Bill)
Without order nothing exists
Without chaos nothing evolves
Now get on your knees so I can stick this gun in your mouth
I'm a Slayer album personified
Holocaust columbine
Middle passage Israel versus Palestine
It's the cult leader drinking kool-aid
Run with the doctor's that produced AIDS
I open my mouth I shoot flames
A freedom fighter that got the whole world terrified
Ill Bill, human manifestation of genocide
Stand amongst Grammy winning grimy nosed candy sniffers
Blast a black metal at you like Danny Loco
It's impossible to escape my matrix of hate
I'll make a good girl a cum dumpster saying don't wait
I turn razors to AK's and turn raisins to grapes
Turn blood into wine with an insatiable taste
Drink from the goblet of gore, vomit and poured
Sodom and Gomorrah back to Canarsie, New York
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