feat. Des Devious
 
  
  [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]