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[Vinnie Paz/Louie
I murder you and
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 demon at the crucifyin' the priest
I shine over
a motherfuckin' on the mic
I'm a lion out the jungle, raw what I like
I bleed in a fight, Vinnie the taste of his blood
and I'll open up your stomach like the case of a
I'm faithful to drugs, puttin' metal plates in mug
dump body in the motherfuckin' lake in a rug
face in the mud, y'all the facade
my people have exterminated faith in they god
patience is hard, cousin, but it pays to be
go to war for anybody who embraces
I'm gracious and warm, for the place in the war
and I'm to smash your motherfuckin' face in the floor

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

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

[Vinnie Paz/Louie
you don't know about the of Judas
about the information found in the Galapagos
how the warriors would sharpen blades
how if they government 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 spine in a vice
I'm like Trump in the Apprentice, only at night
I'm dyin' to fight, you five and put ten in you
Louie Dogs, a fuckin' genocide
so I say fuck the CIA and plan
get me outta here I'd rather fuckin' in Iran
I'll run up on you grenades in my hand
if you fuckin' round Bill or try to hate on my fam
it's the dichotomy of in man
if you even think of tryin' to play me then blam
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