Butcher Knife Bloodbath

I give it to Annotateyou real raw

You try to tackle me you couldn't make me fall

Forget the microphone you need the iron we squeeze

Play around and you'll fall off the deep end

Jus Allah,

Verse 1

I am entertained by the pain

Moth to a flame

jarring over your charred remains

Hard to explain to the sane

Tarzan's and Jane's

Smaller brains

The disdained

Harder to obtain, refrain

Unguard your gains

All things obtained are in vein

I am overjoyed to destroy

boys will be boys

uncoy deploy noisy toys

everyday, array of dismay

dead pray on display

let the slain lay where they may

Tell 'em how to ban their fellow man

settle, tell your land

quell your well in advanced plans

grace your acquaintances with your complaints

stated on the page letter

awaiting the greatest ever

better late then never.

better you in a crate

one state lesser

one day deader in red shaded decor

savvyt

(Chorus)

I give it to you real raw, you try to tackle me you couldn't make me fall, forget the microphone you need the iron we squeeze, (play around and you fall of the deep end

Vinnie Paz,

Verse 2

The bullet is quicker than lightspeed, gates of midian, nightbreed

Any one f**king around with Vinnie he might bleed

Hell is hot and that's where the homing device lead

The body or the head only thing my knife need

I don't need to speak Vinnie's philosophy known

Y'all are weak and talk sloppy like Bobby Giacone

Blood shed and war anti-christ the prophecy shown

I tried to tell you that the Bush's were possibly cloned

You should know about distortions of lessons in college

About the water-fuel cell, the suppression of knowledge

I don't call that motherf**kin professor a scholar

I call him a profiteering liar obsessed with the dollar

Why we in Iran if all that we want is Osama?

Why we in a jam when all that we want is Obama?

Bush had you thinkin we at war because he asked God

Then blew up two f**kin buildings in our backyard

Blat blat blat

(Chorus)

I give it to you real raw, you try to tackle me you couldn't make me fall, forget the microphone you need the iron we squeeze, (play around and you fall of the deep end