Santa Sangre

Lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1: ILL BILL] 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 Misfits song Or like Cypress Hill, Hits 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! [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] 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'mma 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! [Outro]