Sam Peckinpah

Feat. Sadat X & Vinnie Paz
 I walk in the Pentagon with a blood soaked hatchet
 Leave the president's nose shattered
 Stretch his neck like go gadget, and toe tag it
 You a stone cold faggot
 I hold the chrome in a jacket
 Go toe to toe with a savage
 And roll you over a cactus
 Funeral's are closed caskets, coke addicts
 Chrome ratches, the whole package
 I'll beat Moses on the head with them stone tablets
 I killed Kennedy, brains blown all over Onassis
 I'll hold my own with the axes
 And turn the pope into ashes
 Designed frequency, I'm a holy divine lyrical deity
 Even atheists and heathens and non-believers believe in me
 The punk-ass devil was born soft
 I'll piledrive you like Paul Orndorff
 Steal his pitchfork and rip his horns off
 I'm the born force
 Sick fuck, I'll skin you alive and then carry the bones
 Load the ruger up and shoot you up like I'm Marion Jones
 Vinnie is out of his dome
 Guinea that carry the throne
 Gimme, it's that or be stoned
 Trinity, that'll be home
 We bout to spaz, R.A. and Vinnie Paz
 We don't give a fuck
 New jack pussy, young rappers think their rapping is good
 Young rappers get treated like fetuses in planned parenthood
 This ain't no Mickey Mouse, zip-a-dee-doo-dah Disney
 It's the claws of a grizzly
 It ain't Wayne and Drizzy, it's Thorburn and Vinnie
 And R.A., that's my brother there, anyone who unaware
 I'mma leave em stumbling as if they had a ton of beer
 I'm from Philly, it ain't a sucker to ever come from here
 You a pussy, you see confrontation and you run from there
 What kind of dirty bitch did your daddy put his sperm in?
 Kiddie porn web searchin, pervert jerkin, you serpents is Satan's servants
 You get slain for certain if you put your faith inside of Satan serpents
 Stick the blade in you while I embrace you like my favorite person
 Stay in Hell burning, slaves with chains on your brain like a turban
 I make Abel kill Cain and get bible pages reversin', brains burstin'
 It takes a taste of bourbon for me to rape a virgin
 And Vinnie deal with mathematics like an Asian person
 Hands like Roberto Durán, it's the flight 103 Pan Am
 It's the Gulf War between Iraq and Iran
 Treat you like Indians I'm snatching your land
 I'm more dapper than Dan, I'm Rakim I master the plan
 I bring the roots without having a band
 Without having a fan I coulda never took care of my fam
 I coulda never done all the tours on the shores of Japan
 Still would've slaughtered your man, still would've aborted the plan
 Still an apostle from Sham, still I'm like God in Sudan
 [Sadat X