[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Y'all motherfuckers woke a demon up
The bullets splatter through your spleen and guts
The whole clique ducking they PO
They need to pee in cups
We murder shit like everything the Europeans touched
I don't even talk to motherfuckers, that could lead to trust
We on our din, Devils only deal with greed and lust
Beat an elephant with bare hands and take his bleeding tusk
Anytime you hear a cop was murdered, best believe it's us
Jus Allah load the Glock, put 'em in the weeds and dust
I ain't I sucker, I was born with Herculean nuts
Strangle snakes, dangle grapes, fed by European sluts
Y'all know where to come to when you need the fucking trees and dust
Ayo D, (?) I need to feed these fucks
I got the power to devour trees, seas and such
I got the power that's the caliber of Jesus touch
It don't matter the caliber, I proceed to rush
Vinnie on a whole nother algebra than the Greeks could touch

[Verse 2: Demoz]
Let me tell you a little something bout a n***a named Moz
Look in his eye, you could see the evil if you high
You could notice a little n***a that's eager for the sky
Behind bars scarred like Jesus when he died (when he died)
N***a, I was in the hole for a whole six months getting high
Off the reefer thinking, "Why?"
I'm with the roaches and rats hopeless and flatline
In line in the hole, in a crack
N***a, I was in the hole, trying getting my back
N***as snitchin' and CEO trying getting my bag
But I don't give a fuck about a snake or a fag, or hater
I'd rather see Adolf paid off, laugh
This is real life, fuck getting paid off rats
And selling my soul to the devil, getting paid off rapping
Maserati Mozzy, Pazienza clap boys, step back, man
You still screamin' duffle bag boys
[Verse 3: Jus Allah]
I have lived a century, I've tapped into my 6th sensory
I am a potential enemy
My entire inner chemistry, every inch of me, is divinity
Unequivocally, supremacy
I have undesired energy
Sins friendly, since empty
Show the prince of peace no clemency
Give him an extremity of insensitivity
Let his kin and ministry witness his disassembly
I just love sufferance, I'm destructive, unproductive
Tussid, not much substance, thug-age
Above judgement, unaware of any air of doubt
Where it counts, I'm a fair amount of paramount
I embody a monopoly of ungodly
The hobby robbed me of my common camaraderie
My apology, arid, insincerity
Charity, very generic, it's hilarity