Drenched in Blood

I can’t imagine me slacking, it’s like a *************a stepping

And slapping me right in the face but *************a it never happen

I spit the Passion of Christ, the crucifixion’s my weapon

I take the *************eld from the knight and stick it through your intestines

And that’s just in day’s work

My motivation killing sincerely taken from day’s hurt

I spray earth with the venomous mind spray

It’s a hard knock life before Jay left Beyonce

All-white green leather Diamante

Windows tinted, y’all sit timid acting Kanye

You so stranje I’m throwing boomerangs at your foolish gang

Overruled…

[Verse 2]

Mother******* you a *************, you kiss *************s like Lil’ Wayne

I’m Kool G in his prime, you *************s rapping like Lil’ Zane

I don’t two-step, ************* I move wet

*******, ecstasy and carry two jets

Now if it wasn’t for my seed I wouldn’t need my life

Give me a hoodie and the mask, I don’t need the ice

I keep verses in my head, I don’t need to write

Left hook split your *************t open, I don’t need a knife

I’m on my hate *************t, AK *************t

Step on my shoes, I shoot you in the face *************

So what the ************* is up? You *************s ******g up

When Vinnie swing on you I swing on you ************* I ************* you up

[Verse 3]

They all mistaking kindness for weakness

They all ******* spineless and speechless

Work all week and you poor by the weekend

Jerks wanna creep try to choke you while you sleeping

All cause we spit raw, no if there’s a leak and

Everybody quick draw, we know when you reaching

*************s done ****** up, they woke up a demon

OT possessing having spoke to a deacon

Hypocrite kids keep a hold on the preaching

Please don’t get split, they don’t know what’s the reason

Philly’s like Hell but it’s cold and it’s freezing

24/7 no matter what the season

[Verse 4]

Yeah put me in the booth surrounded by music

I let my lips go man like I don’t give two *************ts

You Internet mother*************es wish y’all was me

On the road with the Army rolling with QD

While we be touring y’all be at work whoring

Begging for overtime, “Please can I get some more?”

Been there, done that, matter fact still doing it

Took some time but we running with this music *************tt

Say my name man and I’ll show up

Hit a ************* in the gut till his ass blow up

And I still speak power with the force of an anvil

I spit gutter words fill another landfill

[Verse 5][Vinnie Paz]

I murder anyone who ************* with the villain, it’s over

You ain’t American Gangster cause you chilling with Hova

I got a mother******g chip and it’s still in my shoulder

I dump the mother******g clip in your grill and I fold you

You ain’t even in my league and on Vinnie *************

I’m eating calamari and capocoolo with my ginny clique

I’m a Sicilian mastiff, you a mini pit

Eleven Mac 11, nine 9s, on that Biggie *************t

I hug the block with Jay and Moss where that rocko was sold

I carry four burners like the top of a stove

2012 when y’all burn, that’s what prophecy’s told

I don’t give a *************, I ain’t expect to see thirty years old