[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

This is Taliban rap, I’m a [bad word] bomber
My head wrapped like somebody who suffered trauma
Musically I’m the embodiment of Jeffrey Dahmer
Usually in the environment of marijuana
My straight right like Argüello was
You a medigon, Vinnie do what a [bad word] does
You about to find out what the human tornado does
You a [bad word]  you ain’t even half what you say you was
My [bad word] is hard body lord, I’m a [bad word] legend
I don’t get my hands dirty, that’s for [bad word] henchmen
I’m the equivalent [bad word] Roulette, [bad word] tension
And when you hear the ram’s horn it’s the [bad word] ending
I’m a vampire, I love the setting of sun
The night my time killing already begun
I’m from the same place Anton Lavey is from
I’m about to put the biscuit right to my head and be done

 [bad word]  Demoz]

This Percodan got me feeling like a brick wall
With that said I give a [bad word] about a withdrawal
 [bad word] a quarterback, bullets get you picked off
Critics get [bad word] on when I’m [bad word] off

This Percodan got me feeling like a brick wall
With that said I give a [bad word] about a withdrawal
 [bad word] a quarterback, bullets get you picked off
Critics get [bad word] on when I’m [bad word] off

[Verse 2: Demoz]

1978 my mom had a date
’84 had me, had a hard time great
Mom wasn’t weak, I guess my dad wasn’t fake
But guessing only led to one thing, my mistakes
That’s why I cut the grass real low, check for snakes
Apply pressure when I need to satisfy my weight
Selling coke and the diesel
Fiends going crazy putting dope in their needles, it’s hopeless and evil
You can smoke wet and get smoked with the Eagle
All over nothing, [bad word] pride and your ego
Spit all facts, I ain’t gotta mislead you
Talk [bad word] wherever you stand, that’s where I leave you
Believe me, I can get you killed real easy
Leave the scene but the ho won’t leave me
Tackle the dresser, [bad word] try to tease me
I put a hole in her head right where her weave be, believe me

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[Verse 3: Ill Bill]

I’m the bomb attached to the chest of exploding martyrs, code of honours
Shoot me out your M16, deliver souls beyond the world
To conquer planets and enslave entire populations
Colosseums where ? supply the operation
Gladiators battle on the side of sovereign nations
Fathers of confrontation, Lamas to pop your face in
Blinded by lies and hatred, they conjure up abomination
Armies march across the continents honouring Satan
The final countdown, 2012
Jumping out the Black Hawk with the black Eagle by the money belt
I take you from the edges of space to the projects
From the pyramids to Giza to where God sits, we monstrous
I’m conscious homie, I’m wide-awake
I supply the hate, La Coka Nostra
The skull and guns, I supply the weight
How many bricks you want? Let me see your money first
As a matter of fact I’m taking your money you [bad word] herb
 [bad word] outta here, Billy Idol, La Coka Nostradamus

 [bad word]