[Verse 1]

I feel reinvigorated, don’t [bad word] with the boss
I’d rather cut my own throat before suffering loss
Anybody [bad word] with me get hung on the cross
I have anger in me, don’t make me summon the source
I go to war with the Glock
I go to war with anybody [bad word]  I’m a sorcerer ahk [bad word] everything whether the [bad word] is gorgeous or not
I murder everything, that’s just some of my torturous plot
If you righteous and you under attack
Like the Anbar Awakening and Sons of Iraq
The fifty cal is like a thunderous clap
If you think that you safe and nothing wrong that’s a presumptuous act
It ain’t no tomorrow, I don’t got a dime saved
And if you did it’s in the Wall Street crime wave
It ain’t nothing worse in the world than a mind slave
Going to war with my people how I define brave
 [bad word] 

I’m a monster
Ain’t no one can [bad word] with the kid
I’m a monster
My jail brothers stuck with a bid
I’m a monster
Everything I do is precise
I’m a monster [bad word] your life

I’m a monster
Ain’t no one can [bad word] with the kid
I’m a monster
My jail brothers stuck with a bid
I’m a monster
Everything I do is precise
I’m a monster [bad word] your life

[Verse 2]

Yeah you know that Vinnie he been nice
Y’all don’t belong inside of the ring like you Kimb’ Slice
I ain’t gonna take all of your skin, just a thin slice
They call me John “The Beast” Mugabi when Vin fights
Vin Laden, Taliban, Hamas, and Al-Qaeda
You a snitch cop lover, you [bad word] with a traitor
I’m a [bad word] brick you [bad word] of paper
I dumped the [bad word] clip now you dust and you vapour
I was there when all the planets was born
Before the Continental Drift and when Atlantis was formed
When Gandhi told the Indians to stand and be strong
And took the British out with intellect despite of their brawn
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[Verse 3]

Everything Pazienza do is hard body
I don’t care if you Blood, Ñeta, or Godbody
I was devilish before the power of God got me
I just think I let the [bad word] sword of Allah chop me
Mossberg nine thirty-five is amazing
The Prada high-tops the same colour as raisin
He a rat, not even his mother can save him
That’s what you get for being brothers with Satan
The thirty-eight practical, the Glock is for fair
And as for jail brothers something they can knock on the tear
Yeah, I’ll stick a knife through your esophagus [bad word] I’m an animal, every rhyme will demolish you [bad word] Gas high but you can get the for a real price
This Sig Sauer 1911 is real nice
I’ll stick through the wrist with a steel spike
And now maybe you’ll overstand the pain of the real price
 [bad word]