[1st Verse : Technique] Back I was locked up, putting in work Burning through books like Nazi's in a Catholic I'm cursed like when he murdered his brother Cut your face off and it while I'm fucking your mother I'm Ultor, the avenger, the god of war And if you believe in me, I doubt you believe in God at all I smokeless fire, the gin type That'll make you hate the way that Allah you to live life Like Hindu, niggers, who be bleaching skin white Other people's teeth in my hands after a fight I was born with a sixth sense and a right Skin wear wolves (?) will demons at midnight Sell your into slavery after we murder you Or sacrifice them in the same we burnin' you funeral, nigger, you wanna know? Damn the river, bury me, and let the flow
Verse : Styles P] Cut the off, the ears off, the whole head and ghost coming, code red You never seen a barbarian Warrior, warlord, pussy, cut your off More bodies come, more hauled off you want the sword and get shit sawed off You need an axe in it And I'm breaking your back because spine needed a crack in it You bugging me, I'm coming to The wolverine, the sabre tooth, the way I mutilate I'm like the ? Except I got black and both of my eyes in Don't test him, please stress him He'll hang you from a with your own intestines How'd you wanna die? your own suggestion Now talk to the lord and make your own
[3rd Verse : Paz] You pussies living in a movie Put the motherfucking on you like brujeria his motherfucking head like a ruthless leader Guns drawn in a service, shoot the preacher We to be godly to know Allah Ain't no rappers eating around me, a broken jaw It ain't ever been a day I ain't broke the law What you think I hold a toaster for? I ain't there, there's police in that room And Vinnie walk around with bags of like a vacuum Bury you under the inside a black tomb My body in Dadhichi and stab wounds I'm a guerilla, barbarians is my That's a part of my transmitters We Islamic and brought the of ? with us While we the motherfucking blam blam with us