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[Vinnie Paz/Louie
I you and laugh
I'm Barry Sanders through the path
you a assistant, I'm sawin' you in half
you a heathan that rely on the
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 I like
I bleed in a fight, Vinnie like the taste of his
and I'll open up stomach like the case of a slug
I'm faithful to drugs, puttin' plates in your mug
dump your body in the motherfuckin' in a rug
face in the mud, create the facade
that my people have exterminated in they god
is hard, cousin, but it pays to be calm
go to war for anybody who Islam
I'm and warm, ready for the place in the war
and I'm ready to your motherfuckin' face in the floor

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

Bill]
without order exists, without chaos nothing evolves
now get on your so I can stick this gun in your mouth
I'm a album personified, Holocaust, Columbine
Middle Passage, Israel Palestine
It's the cult leader drink your
roll with the doctors produce AIDS
I open my mouth, I shoot
the freedom fighter that got the world terrified
Ill Bill, human manifestation of
stand amongst Grammy winning nose candy sniffers
blast the black at you like Danny Lilker
it's to escape my matrix of hate
I'll make a good girl a cum dumpster sayin' don't
set the razors to AKs and turn to grapes
turn blood into wine an insatiable taste
drink from the goblet of gore, vomitting
Sodom and Gomorrah back to Canarsie New

[Vinnie Dogs]
you don't about the gospel of Judas
about the found in the Galapagos Ruins
how the would sharpen they blades
how if they government wanted to they could cure you of
we the equivalent of and ice
the of a prisoner who die for his rights
I'm lyin' to Christ, put your fuckin' in a vice
I'm like in the Apprentice, only fire at night
I'm dyin' to fight, you five and put ten in you
Louie Dogs, a genocide general
so I say fuck the CIA and they
get me outta here I'd fuckin' stay in Iran
I'll run up on you with in my hand
if you fuckin' round with or try to hate on my fam
the dichotomy of hatred in man
if you ever even think of tryin' to play me blam
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