Drenched in Blood (feat. Planetary, Demoz, Crypt the Warchild, King Syze & Vinnie Paz)

Yuh Army Of The Pharaoh clip It's murder baby MTK wuddup Uh I can't imagine me slacking, it's like a nigga stepping And slapping me right in the face but nigga it never happen I spit the Passion of Christ, the crucifixion's my weapon I take the shield from the knight and stick it through your intestines And that's just in a day's work My motivation killing sincerely taken from day's hurt I spray earth with the venomous mind spray It's a hard knock life before Jay left Beyonce All-white green leather Diamante Windows tinted, y'all sit timid acting Kanye (Facts) You so stranje I'm throwing boomerangs at your foolish gang Overruled... Motherfucker you a faggot, you kiss niggas like Lil' Wayne I'm Kool G in his prime, you niggas rapping like Lil' Zane I don't two-step, nigga I move wet Cocaine, ecstasy and carry two jets Now if it wasn't for my seed I wouldn't need my life Give me a hoodie and the mask, I don't need the ice I keep verses in my head, I don't need to write Left hook split your shit open, I don't need a knife I'm on my hate shit, AK shit Step on my shoes, I shoot you in the face bitch So what the fuck is up? You niggas fucking up When Vinnie swing on you I swing on you nigga I fuck you up They all mistaking kindness for weakness They all bitches spineless and speechless Work all week and you poor by the weekend Jerks wanna creep try to choke you when you sleeping All cause we spit raw, no if there's a leak and Everybody quick draw, we know when you reaching Niggas done fucked up, they woke up a demon OT possessing having spoke to a deacon Hypocrite kids keep a hold on the preachin' Please don't get split, they don't know what's the reason Philly's like Hell but it's cold and it's freezing Twenty-four seven no matter what the season Yeah put me in the booth surrounded by music I let my lips go man like I don't give two shits Ya Internet motherfuckers wish y'all was me On the road with the Army rolling with QD While we be touring y'all be at work whoring Begging for overtime, "Please can I get some more?" Been there, done that, matter fact still doing it Took some time but we running with this music shit Say my name man and I'll show up Hit a nigga in the gut till his ass blow up And I still speak power with the force of an anvil I spit gutter words fill another landfill I murder anyone who fuck with the villain, it's over You ain't American Gangster cause you chilling with Hova I got a motherfucking chip and it's still on my shoulder I dump the motherfucking clip in your grill and I fold you You ain't even in my league and on Vinnie dick I'm eating calamari and capocoolo with my ginny clique I'm a Sicilian mastiff, you a mini pit Eleven Mac 11, nine 9s, on that Biggie shit I hug the block with Jay and Moss where that rocko was sold I carry four burners like the top of a stove 2012 when y'all burn, that's what prophecy's told I don't give a fuck, I ain't expect to see thirty years old