[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I'm a [bad word] warlord, what the [bad word] is you kiddin?
The gun's always by my side, it's a juxtaposition
I believe in Isa but I don't [bad word] with the Christian
Ultimate killing machine, I kill puppies and kittens
I kill anybody cousin, why the [bad word] is you living?
I take mines while you [bad word] is stuck what you given
I don't envy y'all dirtbags' current position
Eating Crown Chicken stuck on the bus with your pigeon
I kill em all with my bare hands or the homie's shot
And [bad word] around with more grams than Naomi Watts
It's either war with myself or it's a holy plot
John Tardy, I hope that you [bad word] slowly rot
I hit you [bad word] in the head leaving [bad word] And if the Tea Party win America loses
My hands clean but I still get you touched like masseuses
My therapist told me that working with me is just useless

[Interlude:]
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas grab the Romans while Jesus slept?
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas grab the Romans while Jesus slept?

Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas grab the Romans while Jesus slept?
Why is the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas grab the Romans while Jesus slept?

[Verse 2: I'll Bill]
Rebel conflict, military all green, Glenwood Projects, 57-14
Money buys life or death
The best surgeons are the death merchants
Depressed urges lead to confessed murders
My whole family was in the projects
Paint chips we didn't have to eat [bad word] got wrecked [bad word] elevators, Marcus poured coke out his pockets
11 years old talking about he's hoping to profit
We were the children of foreigners born with the American dream
But then my uncle was a heroin fiend
And there were things that he once assumed that he would never achieve
His legacy has affected people of every creed
Every religion and race, time or place, Earth or space
It's infinite, Uncle Howie Records is the name
I'm a speak my philosophy, you speak yours
I'm a teach my seeds well homie, you teach yours
As I walk through the valley of death I fear no evil
Only the evil hidden in my heart could cause people
To throw prods in your face, even more lethal
Written in all Hebrew, fighting to break the spell of Kingu
Sent to notify the people blinded in their mental
Call me Paul Revere, war is here, listen careful
Orchestrate assassinations and massacres
Kidnap ambassadors, coronate kings, and kill savages