Jedi Mind Tricks - The Age of Sacred Terror lyrics

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 fucking B2K faggot
Go to raves faggot put a hole in your heart
Destroy everything that you know
And you thought
Destroy everything in Babylon
You fucking fake rap
I hate rap cause you babble on
You fucking fags 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 fucking
Impression that I care?
I can thrive here, but I choose to die
On a fucking steady diet of booze and lye!

I'm the type to take it there
Buck shots and start wilin'
Toss up the challenge, fuck the profilin'

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 fuck 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

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
Fuck a fair one, where the two-twos at?
Where the nitrous oxide and balloons at?
Where my motherfucking 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 fuckin 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 fucking beer for