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

  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  t-e  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  sayin'  don't  wait

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

    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