Santa Sangre

My discipline go beyond the way
The Army train people calmly spray people
Devil's horns up like Ronnie James
Dio or Tony Iommi
Cut your fucking arms off, stole me a Rollie
I Mobb Deep like Tony Maroni
Cross between the Egyptian god of
Fire and Tom Araya ten times higher than a
Soprano in God's choir
A Heavy Metal King, like eating crack
My gun metal rings
Settle things like God's prayer
And the Devil's wings
We feast at the Last Supper
You hear the last laugh from us
Scrape cash abundant
You hear the gats blast from us
Roll with meaner rhymes, pinning y'all
Conquer continents like Genghis Khan
My life is like a Misfit's song
Or like Cypress Hill, Hit's From The Bong
Or like Ice T, 6 'N the Morn
Police at my door
Shoot the beast in his horns
Squeezing the four, creep in the six
Then breeze to L'Amour
The Lords of War, for four seasons or more
Listen!

This is goon music
Something for Vinnie's gun to clap
Y'all ain't makin' no progress
Y'all still are running laps
I think of y'all like Christ
Y'all never coming back
Chainsaws and husky beards
Without the lumberjacks
Come on, pana, Vinnie got a clip full
I'm a let this four-fifth bark
Like it's a pitbull (brrap! brrap! brrap)
Money, I got a fistful
And I got an razor and it
Cut like if you skip school
I can be on that fight the power, Assata shit
I can be on that Gucci and on that Prada shit
I can be on that questioning if a God exists
I can be on that punch in
Your face and rob you shit
That's when motherfuckers starving and such
Dry snitching
All y'all motherfuckers crying too much
Yeah, give me a jar and the Dutch
I just caught a body and I'm proud
Of all this rhyming and such yeah!