Vinnie Paz - The Age of Sacred Terror lyrics

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Vinnie Paz - The Age of Sacred Terror lyrics

[Vinnie Paz] I make you bleed with knives I was born with all-seeing eyes I can snatch a rapper's heart before it even dies The caveman still believe in lies You don't want no blood or no beef like you was Vegan Reich You like to sleep with guys You a gay maggot Listening to f**ing B2K f*ggot Go to raves f*ggot Put a hole in your heart Destroy everything that you know and you thought Destroy everything in Babylon You f**ing fake rap, I hate rap cause you babble on You f**ing f*gs are gone, I'm a hate monger That's reason why you talking to the jake longer Put the snakes on you, let you die there And who gave you the f**ing impression that I care? I can thrive here, but I choose to die On a f**ing steady diet of booze and lye! [Hook, scratched] I'm the type to take it there, buck shots and start wilin' Toss up the challenge, f** the profilin' [Vinnie Paz] It's the age of the sacred terror A communist revolutionary Che Guevara Take your cheddar, take everything that you care for Murder everybody that's what they was there for And therefore you getting wet from the heat Take the food from your plate, ain't letting you eat Ain't letting you do nothing that I don't want you to You a crumb and that's why I like to f** with you I don't care about anybody except me Until my main man Mafia is set free You waiting for the revolution to start But you ain't on the frontlines taking two in the heart Elusively smart, that's why I hide from the feds Jason Voorhees style, 5 severed heads 5 corpses, 5 state troopers dead Lickin shots in they face till the Ruger's red [Hook] [Vinnie Paz] If you serve God for money, you serve the devil Claim to been in war, never heard the metal Yeah, never even been in combat Never even felt the supreme love from a warm gat I'm on another plane You can stand in front of your fam But I'm shootin right through your mother frame I got knuckle game, but I don't use that f** a fair one, where the two-twos at? Where the nitrous oxide and balloons at? Where my motherf**ing Uncle Howie goons at? This for everybody holding hammers If you coming to our shows and you go bananas And holding banners in support of Mumia Jamal Run up on you f**in pigs with the heaters n' all I'm decieving the law, thats what I'm here for The reason why I'm drinkin all the f**ing beer for [Hook]

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