Blood Addiction - Vinnie Paz

I slaughtered and slaughtered, then fathered the father of Hiram

Enhance him, I’m Brody and all of the strongest of gaijin

I walk on the water and fall in the Czarkham asylum

Mind of Einstein combined with the heart of a lion

How you think the social media equal to grinding?

I ain’t playing with you people, 'cause people is dying

Leave this motherfucker leaking, don’t even revive him

Not standing for truth, cause the e-equal is lying

Refer to the murder of herd as no longer adjacent

I’ll turn this gray man cave to a burgundy basement

Refer to the word of the Earth as the perfect displacement

Chief black Thunderbird is no longer a Mason

How you call yourself God when you talk like a vagrant?

Put your hand on the Qur’an and then alter your statement

Rhyme cheetah, swine eater, he calling for bacon

I be in Saks Fifth, having this all for the taking

I keep a couple ratchets in the Louis duffle

I keep a hundred racks inside the Louis duffle

I run inside of Saks and got the Louis duffle

The Book of Law, .44 in the Louis duffle

You keep the truth from a thinker and he find it regardless

The only son of Osiris was resigned to the Godless

The master was teacher and teacher, the father of time

You know what happened to the seven MCs in the line?

You could call it proficiency or call it design

You could call it a gift in me or call it a shrine

You could call it malignancy, the thought of you dying

I pray to God that he christen me and offer the wine

The mental, the father, supporter that follow the craft

The end of the honor, the order of Solomon’s wrath

The sender, the armor, the slaughter, the fall of Shahbaz

The lender, the ender, the fallen, the fall of the crash

He knew that he would be murdered, so he went to Tibet

They hid a personal word in the T-Temple of Set

There’s an unholy clutch in the fifth and the four

Superhuman intelligent prediction of war

I keep a couple ratchets in the Louis duffle

I keep a hundred racks outside the Louis duffle

I run inside of Saks and got the Louis duffle

The book of Law, .44 in the Louis duffle

Die motherfucker die, die motherfucker die

Die motherfucker die, die motherfucker die

Yeah, yeah, listen

I will utter the things

Which have been kept secret from the foundation of the world

There is nothing buried that will not be raised up

I am God, I am the monster

My son is the father and the father is my son

Marciano, Raise the gates