Verse 1]

I don’t know why y’all scared now, this ain’t a new game
 Christians been raping children over in Ukraine
 I don’t indulge in small talk, it’s only [bad word] pain
 I don’t divulge the plan ahk, I [bad word] with Hussein
 Acid is falling from the sky, [bad word] a new reign
 This is a flammable liquified gas butane
 Muggs gave me audio heroin, hit the blue vein
 I ain’t even Vinnie no more, Evil my new name
 I’m like Elijah Muhammad carrying thoughts afar
 Laws of nature and mathematical charts of god
 I’m taking everything letting you [bad word] authors starve
 War criminals are [bad word] the arbiters of law
 And y’all are fouler than swallowing pork
 Real talk, free speech under foreign assault
 And y’all are burying your head in the dirt
 The heavy metal king hold big [bad word]  hit your head with the lock
 [bad word]  Sick Jacken]

This [bad word] is (raw), the Jedi Mind’s (raw)
 It’s war with the metaphor and you ain’t seen a storm before
 You ain’t Pac, get the [bad word] out of the underground floor
 It’s over, homie you ain’t got no love anymore

Do it (raw), the Psychorealm’s (raw)
 This war’s gonna end all, you ain’t seen a storm before
 I ain’t taking this [bad word] no more
 We approach with a white skull when we assassinating y’all

[Verse 2]

I’m the father of anything that’s been done before
 I was sparring with you, I ain’t even begun the war
 I like darkness, I don’t know what the sun is for
 Y’all have small hammers, y’all must be the son of Thor
 Don’t need hands, telepathically the gun will draw
 That’s the reason that you [bad word] [bad word] for
 I saw the angel Gabriel y’all who [bad word] for
 Y’all lock your part the same [bad word] when I confronted y’all
 I can ascend without any physical death
 I can repent without any physical breath
 To me it’s not a discussion it’s invisible chess
 And if the vodka [bad word] then it ain’t hitting the chest
 I can talk about guns, [bad word]  deading your [bad word]  I can talk about the Torah and dimensional shifts
 The power of the almighty is what’s sent through my lips
 The power of the almighty when the sentinel spits
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

I’m [bad word] rapper, the seventh son of the beast master
 My heart is bigger than anyone and it beats faster
 I’m a [bad word] king getting better with each chapter
 Kiss the [bad word] ring, you’d better agree [bad word]  sucker MC like the DiG Mc classic
 I’m not a [bad word] star yet but the seed planted
 Energy of god head, Vinnie P tantric
 I’m capable of levitating and speak Sanskrit
 Yeah, and that’s all part of the perfect machine
 Part of perfect precision, part of the perfect regime
 Part of purpose and the part of the work on my Deen
 Perform wudhu make salah now the surface is clean
 Everything meticulous, Vinnie’s work is pristine
 [bad word] with me you’ll take a trip under earth with the queen
 I give a [bad word] about a critic, I’m searching for cream
 My [bad word] is filled with hollow tips so it bursts in ya spleen
 [bad word]