[Vinnie Paz]   Allah U Akbar, everybody just be calm   That's the word passed down from the Emonh   It came from the Qu'ran, it can't be wrong   It's only measure, the time, the God's eons   So I suggest you follow Allah way   Or turn into a bitch, inside the jungle's of raw way   That's what the Lord say, you ain't ready for that   You better bring a bulletproof and machete for that   And nobody wanna be there   They stick you with 30 motherfuckers, up in the tare   Now it's back to the topic at hand, I'm rockin' ya fam   And fight against the army with a rock in my hand   A glock in my hand, divide ya body into two parts   And change ya entire theories of God by spittin' two darts   But I just wanna people to build   And did Emadma Hussein, know that he would be killed?      [Chorus 2X: Vinnie Paz, Des Devious]   We comin' for blood (in the name of Allah)   We comin' for blood (and we ain't playin' with ya'll)   We comin' for blood (we destroy and rebuild)   We comin' for blood (if you ain't loyal, you killed)      [Des Devious]   I got a vice grip on the mic, spittin' my shit   My balls and arrogance alone be the cause of these hits   Easily split ya wig, with the flick of a wrist   Send the block, ya body's grindin' you, and to the abyss   But that's some, sick shit, I only do when I trip   Or when I'm, til them motherfuckers runnin' they lip   That's when I, start the procedure, of body beatin' you into a seizure   Your crew is standing there staring lookin' like non believers   I felt 'em standing and staring that's when I pulled the heater   My ratchet cookin' these faggots, I make 'em all see the   Fact of the matter is, the cue don't back down   This ain't no slap down, you gettin' clapped clown   So don't be runnin' around, talkin' all this and that   That's female shit, type of shit that get you trapped   Into a dark corner, rope pullin' on ya   Tried to escape, hear shots, left ya ass a goner      [Chorus 2X]      [Vinnie Paz]   I'm ready to blackout, crippler crossface tap-out   Comin' through the fuckin' door with the gats out   Let the blood rain down and drippin' ya skin   Let the slug hit ya crown and rip up ya limbs   I'm the illest fuckin' rapper alive   Give me 16 shots, I can crack you in five   I have to survive, have to get my money and shine   Have to get everything that I used to promise my mom   I gotta do it for everyone that I promised something   So everyone who thought I wouldn't be alive or something   Come on money, that's some cold shit, wishin' me dead   So I beat in their mid-section, til they pissin' in red      [Chorus]