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[Vinnie Dogs]
I you and laugh
I'm Sanders slashing through the path
you a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in
you a that rely on the beast
I'm a at the fire crucifyin' the priest
I shine over
a motherfuckin' on the mic
I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I
I bleed in a fight, like the taste of his blood
and I'll open up your stomach like the of a slug
I'm faithful to drugs, puttin' metal plates in mug
dump body in the motherfuckin' lake in a rug
face in the mud, create the facade
that my people have exterminated faith in god
patience is hard, cousin, but it pays to be
go to war for anybody who embraces
I'm and warm, ready for the place in the war
and I'm ready to smash your motherfuckin' face in the

we got that gangster shit
we got that murder shit
you talk that gangster shit
we live that murder shit

[Ill
without order nothing exists, without nothing evolves
now get on knees so I can stick this gun in your mouth
I'm a slayer personified, Holocaust, Columbine
Middle Passage, Israel Palestine
It's the cult leader drink Kool-Aid
roll with the doctors produce AIDS
I my mouth, I shoot flames
the freedom fighter that got the whole world
Ill Bill, manifestation of genocide
stand amongst Grammy winning grimy nose candy
blast the metal at you like Danny Lilker
impossible to escape my matrix of hate
I'll make a good girl a cum sayin' don't wait
set the razors to AKs and razors to grapes
turn blood into wine an insatiable taste
drink the goblet of gore, vomitting porn
Sodom and Gomorrah to Canarsie New York

[Vinnie Dogs]
you know about the gospel of Judas
about the information found in the Galapagos
how the warriors would sharpen they
how if government wanted to they could cure you of AIDS
we the of fire and ice
the equivalent of a prisoner who die for his
I'm lyin' to Christ, put your fuckin' in a vice
I'm Trump in the Apprentice, only fire at night
I'm dyin' to fight, you five and put ten in you
Louie Dogs, a fuckin' genocide
so I say the CIA and they plan
get me outta here I'd rather stay in Iran
I'll run up on you grenades in my hand
if you fuckin' round with or try to hate on my fam
it's the dichotomy of in man
if you ever think of tryin' to play me then blam
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