ladies & gentlemen...Vinnie Paz...ya'll better listen to this!      Yo, Yo   I'm Jesus, my right hand writes diseases   my left hand will strike and fight your weakness   I'm covered in blood wherever the feast is   find me covered in blood wherever police is   I'm covered in blood wherever ya niece is   I'm covered in mud from buryin' heaterz   Vinnie Paz fuck wit whoever Vinnie Paz pleases   hit you in the chest til you don't even know what breathe is   we demons wit blood lust for heathens   born to a storm on a sea with Galileans of cold regions   we rockin' it well   an that's why every fuckin time I drop it it sell   an that's when every fuckin time I'm droppin a shell   an that's why every fuckin time I pop it you yell   lock you in hell   you muthafuckaz can't stop us   you more over hype than Eliom Gonzales      [Hook]   Aiyyo we speak now, or forever hold our peace   A-O-T-P shook rappers call police   *scratching*   I'm savage, I'm-I'm savage   I write rhymes in pitch blackness (x2)      [Verse 2: Esoteric]   I melt you like candle wax    you a waste product like fanny packs   I handicap, give panic attacks like anthrax   You catch a foreign disease like overseas   Fuck borin' emcees I bring Thor to his knees   I'm a master like Fard, I bombard and blast hard   We thrash thoughts some ask God you bas-tard   It's the rap ji-had, you a re-tard   I'm rollin' through Islamaban like this is my backyard   You ready, I'm heavy like the case of Sandra Levy   Tapin' that you crazy   seven thirty bug when you actually one eighty - a halfway thug   Yo my act stay drugged of dope tracks and raps   Girls wid nice racks in two hundred dollar hats   It's the world I can't escape   My brain's curlin' great weight   This shit is sick, yeh I make the greatest hits   But I give it every verse I ever spit on one dis   Cats talk shit this is what they get   A grand prize two black eyes and a busted lip   And for being rude we include a brutal beatin'   I'll have you eatin' food through a feedin' tube as you retreat      Hook (x2)      [Apathy talking]   Awright awright hold up hold up settle down   Listen up you motherfuckers   This the last time you gon' hear me like this shit   So I'm gon' show you why I'm the king of this shit   Apathetic      [Verse 3: Apathy]   Enhanced tactical fightin' machinery   Combattin' on army scenery   strategic-ly movin' my mics like Stratego   I generate graphics like Neo Geo   Flyin' science I incite riots try it's why it's   Violence at maximum levels   The difference of angels and devils   Rectangles and circles, techs fatal to murder   Next week I'm famous   Great as the latest wid the upper hand like four aces   In poker approachin' jokers loc I load and stroke the trigger   Thirty eight claibre bullets travel through barrels   rippin' through apparel parallel to where medics will sterile scapels   dwellin' swellin' organs of felons bullets obliterate melons, with ease   Police yell freeze, ease the gun down   Under the influence of trees alleyways I run down   Pantin' and handlin' mechanical weapons I'm brandishin'   Fleein' foreign in areas I camouflage to vanishin'   Release the dogs, sounds of hounds pound my eardrums   Here comes a fearful doberman poke him in his cerebrum   I'm almost free, around the tree I glance advancin'   slowly cautiously awkwardly while negotiators talk to me   To dark I see the light, but not the squad car   It's comin' from the sky bright green, what an odd star   The odds are I blast off barely a clip   But then I noticed the strange star was an alien ship   Just as the bullet grazed my temple, the ship shot out a beam   It was green and it paralyzed the whole SWAT team   Cops floated in the air and their weapons disassembled   I trembled for my metal but I'm frozen in the mental   Unaware that I was in control of the ships in the air   And how the cops turned if they ever returned   if their bodies burn like candles on a mantle in a urn   I forced 'em to learn I played God like George Burns