Heavy Metal Kings

[Vinnie Paz/Louie Dogs] I murder you and laugh I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path You a magician's assistant, I'm sawin' you in half You a heathan that rely on the beast I'm a demon at the fire crucifyin' the priest I shine over beats A motherfuckin' beast on the mic I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat what I like I bleed in a fight, Vinnie like the taste of his blood And I'll open up your stomach like the case of a slug I'm faithful to drugs, puttin' metal plates in your mug Dump your body in the motherfuckin' lake in a rug Face in the mud, y'all create the facade That my people have exterminated faith in they god Patience is hard, cousin, but it pays to be calm Go to war for anybody who embraces Islam I'm gracious and warm, ready for the place in the war And I'm ready to smash your motherfuckin' face in the floor [Chorus] We got that gangster gangster shit We got that murder murder shit You talk that gangster gangster shit We live that murder murder shit [Ill Bill] Without order nothing exists, without chaos nothing evolves Now get on your knees so I can stick this gun in your mouth I'm a slayer album personified, Holocaust, Columbine Middle Passage, Israel versus Palestine It's the cult leader drink your cool-Aid Roll with the doctors that produce AIDS I open my mouth, I shoot flames The freedom fighter that got the whole world terrified Ill Bill, human manifestation of genocide Stand amongst Grammy winning grimy nose candy sniffers Blast the black metal at you like Danny Lilker It's impossible to escape my matrix of hate I'll make a good girl a cum dumpster sayin' don't wait Set the razors to AKs and turn razors to grapes Turn blood into wine with an insatiable taste Drink from the goblet of gore, vomitting porn Sodom and Gomorrah back to Canarsie New York [chorus] [Vinnie Paz/Louie Dogs] You don't know about the gospel of Judas About the information found in the Galapagos Ruins How the warriors would sharpen they blades How if they government wanted to they could cure you of AIDS We the equivalent of fire and ice The equivalent of a prisoner who die for his rights I'm lyin' to Christ, put your fuckin' spine in a vice I'm like Trump in the Apprentice, only fire at night I'm dyin' to fight, slap you five and put ten in you Louie Dogs, a fuckin' genocide general So I say fuck the CIA and they plan Get me outta here I'd rather fuckin' stay in Iran I'll run up on you with grenades in my hand If you fuckin' round with Bill or try to hate on my fam It's the dichotomy of hatred in man If you ever even think of tryin' to play me then blam Blap bap [chorus]