I walk in the Pentagon with a blood soaked hatchetLeave the president's nose shatteredStretch his neck like go gadget, and toe tag itYou a stone cold faggotI hold the chrome in a jacketGo toe to toe with a savageAnd roll you over a cactusFuneral's are closed caskets, coke addictsChrome ratches, the whole packageI'll beat Moses on the head with them stone tabletsI killed Kennedy, brains blown all over OnassisI'll hold my own with the axesAnd turn the pope into ashesDesigned frequency, I'm a holy divine lyrical deityEven atheists and heathens and non-believers believe in meThe punk-ass devil was born softI'll piledrive you like Paul OrndorffSteal his pitchfork and rip his horns offI'm the born forceSick fuck, I'll skin you alive and then carry the bonesLoad the ruger up and shoot you up like I'm Marion JonesVinnie is out of his domeGuinea that carry the throneGimme, it's that or be stonedTrinity, that'll be homeWe bout to spaz, R.A. and Vinnie PazWe don't give a fuckNew jack pussy, young rappers think their rapping is goodYoung rappers get treated like fetuses in planned parenthoodThis ain't no Mickey Mouse, zip-a-dee-doo-dah DisneyIt's the claws of a grizzlyIt ain't Wayne and Drizzy, it's Thorburn and VinnieAnd R.A., that's my brother there, anyone who unawareI'mma leave em stumbling as if they had a ton of beerI'm from Philly, it ain't a sucker to ever come from hereYou a pussy, you see confrontation and you run from thereWhat kind of dirty bitch did your daddy put his sperm in?Kiddie porn web searchin, pervert jerkin, you serpents is Satan's servantsYou get slain for certain if you put your faith inside of Satan serpentsStick the blade in you while I embrace you like my favorite personStay in Hell burning, slaves with chains on your brain like a turbanI make Abel kill Cain and get bible pages reversin', brains burstin'It takes a taste of bourbon for me to rape a virginAnd Vinnie deal with mathematics like an Asian personHands like Roberto Durán, it's the flight 103 Pan AmIt's the Gulf War between Iraq and IranTreat you like Indians I'm snatching your landI'm more dapper than Dan, I'm Rakim I master the planI bring the roots without having a bandWithout having a fan I coulda never took care of my famI coulda never done all the tours on the shores of JapanStill would've slaughtered your man, still would've aborted the planStill an apostle from Sham, still I'm like God in Sudan
