Heavy Metal Kings

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

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we got that gangster gangster shit

we got that murder murder shit

you talk that gangster gangster shit

we live that murder murder shit

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 Kool-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, Satan awaits

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

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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

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