Killing Technology - Heavy Metal Kings, Vinnie Paz, Ill Bill

Float in your home with a

Exploding drone

Blow off your dome with a

Exploding phone

Medical students, ex-cons: it’s the red Ewings

We never waste the aprons here only for head shootings

Tex Watson eighty shots to the head’s drooping

Make your skull

Drain your plasma like pool filters, a true Mitzvah

Suzuki sidekick getting throat from two shiksas

Some Gucci frames like Dana Dane and i make it rain

Extended clips, I promise you I hit a major vein

Tuff sweaters, God lectors and drug getters

Carve your cerebellum, fill it with chopped meat, like stuffed peppers

Cinder blocks sit with scimitars from a killer’s car

Got the Lamar Odom bagged up in the winter bars

We sell Satan, carry the same pain as Larry Davis

Same gimmick, as Larry David, imagine the hatred

The relation of shell cases when I splatter your faces

Incinerators in the projects and smolders all in the basements

I ain’t got the patience, B

I’ll deal with you another time

I’m the king of Perico, you’re smaller than a fucking dime

Think any different, you must be out your motherfucking mind

I must have punched a bunch of faggot fucks like you a hundred times

.260 Remington is made for the precision

I rap with my hand around my dick like I was pissing

Poppy like you cooking in the kitchen

The world is still the same but I’m just looking at it different

You stupid if you think somebody listening here

I’m like Marcus Peters locked arms, fist in the air (fist in the air)

Pop this crown, I split it in half like it’s a garcia vega

Body bag duffle, I’ll be muscling like Schwarzenegger

Your whole squad full of dummies like a strip club

Mike McCallum’s body work, hit him till he piss blood

Count the number on the beat 666 cause

The black hills bark and they bite like a pit does

Yo, you a slave to your smartphone

Triple six, like dark throne

Every man, woman and child shall have a barcode

Rituals of fire inscribed in charcoal

Modern 85, I’m occupied by squad goals

Soldiers that spray the heater couldn’t picture a miss

In front of the pharaoh, make his sword slither and hiss

You don’t believe in God but I’ll prove that Lucifer exists

Leave your wife like Leatherface with hooks through her tits

I’ll send four horsemen to clip you

Grew up in Glenwood Projects homie of course it’s official

You lack the minerals and vitamins, ions and the niacin

I exist like Leviathan, Iron fist in a lion skin

Within a violent empire, riots sirens and fire

Wireless virus in an eye of a liar

Wearing a straight jacket like Eddie on the cover of Piece of Mind

Chain me to a padded wall and punish me for every crime

Every thought unify the heresy and let’s be blind

Suicidal Tendencies tempt me every time

Goons is deep, black hebrews is rocking spikes like Rob Halford from Judas

Priest

Who’s the true and living God and who’s the Beast?