Vinnie Paz - Blood Addiction lyrics

I slaughtered and slaughtered
Then fathered the father of Hiram
Enhance him
I'm Broly 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 that social
Media equal to grindin'?
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 callin' for bacon i be in Saks Fifth
Having this all for the takin'

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 mentor, 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 and 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