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    [Intro]
    "Ladies and gentlemen"
    *scratching* Vinnie Paz
    "Y'all better listen to this"

    [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
    Yo, yo, I'm Jesus my right hand writes diseases
    My left hand will strike and fight ya weakness
    I'm covered in blood wherever the feast is
    Find me covered in blood wherever police is
    I'm covered in blood wherever ya niece is
    I'm covered in mud from burying heaters
    Vinnie Paz fuck whoever Vinnie Paz pleases
    Hit you in the chest 'til you don't even know what breathe is
    We demons, wid bloodlust for heathens
    Born through a storm on a see wid Galileans
    In cold regions, we rockin' it well
    And that's for every fuckin' time I drop in a 'tel
    And that's for every fuckin' time I'm droppin' a shell
    And that's for every fuckin' time I pop and you yell
    Mop you in hell, you motherfuckers can't stop us
    You more over hype than Eliom Gonsalez

    [Hook]
    Aiyyo we speak now, or forever hold our peace
    A-O-T-P shook rappers call police
    *scratching*
    I'm savage, I'm-I'm savage
    I write rhymes in pitch blackness
    (X2)

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    [Verse 2: Esoteric]
    I dump you like candle wax you a waste product like twenty packs
    I handicap give panic attacks like anthrax
    You catch a, foreign disease like overseas
    Fuck borin' emcees I bring Thor to his knees
    I'm a master like Fard, I bombard and blast hard
    We thrash thoughts some ask God you bas-tard
    It's the rap ji-had, you a re-tard
    I'm rollin' through Islamabad like this is my backyard
    You ready, I'm heavy like the case of Sandra Levy
    Tapin' that you crazy
    seven thirty bug when you actually one eighty, a half way thug
    Yo my act stay drugged of dope tracks and raps
    Girls wid nice racks in two hundred dollar hats
    It's the world I can't escape
    My brain's curlin' great weight
    "This shit is sick", yeh I make the greatest hits
    But I give it every verse I ever spit on one dis
    Cats talk shit this is what they get
    A grand prize two black eyes and a busted lip
    And for being rude we include a brutal beatin'

    I'll have you eatin' food through a feedin' tube as you retreat

    Hook (x2)

    [Apathy talking]
    Awright awright hold up hold up settle down
    Listen up you motherfuckers
    This the last time you gon' hear me like this shit
    So I'm gon' show you why I'm the king of this shit
    Apathetic

    [Verse 3: Apathy]
    Enhanced tactical fightin' machinery
    Combattin' on army scenery
    strategic-ly movin' my mics like Stratego
    I generate graphics like Neo Geo
    Flyin' science I incite riots try it's why it's
    Violence at maximum levels
    The difference of angels and devils
    Rectangles and circles, techs fatal to murder
    Next week I'm famous
    Great as the latest wid the upper hand like four aces
    In poker approachin' jokers loc I load and stroke the trigger
    Thirty eight claibre bullets travel through barrels
    rippin' through apparel parallel to where medics will sterile scapels
    dwellin' swellin' organs of felons bullets obliterate melons, with ease
    Police yell freeze, ease the gun down
    Under the influence of trees alleyways I run down
    Pantin' and handlin' mechanical weapons I'm brandishin'
    Fleein' foreign in areas I camouflage to vanishin'
    Release the dogs, sounds of hounds pound my eardrums
    Here comes a fearful doberman poke him in his cerebrum
    I'm almost free, around the tree I glance advancin'
    slowly cautiously awkwardly while negotiators talk to me
    To dark I see the light, but not the squad car
    It's comin' from the sky bright green, what an odd star
    The odds are I blast off barely a clip
    But then I noticed the strange star was an alien ship
    Just as the bullet grazed my temple, the ship shot out a beam
    It was green and it paralyzed the whole SWAT team
    Cops floated in the air and their weapons disassembled
    I trembled for my metal but I'm frozen in the mental
    Unaware that I was in control of the ships in the air
    And how the cops turned if they ever returned
    if their bodies burn like candles on a mantle in a urn
    I forced 'em to learn I played God like George Burns

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