Santa Sangre - Lyrics - Vinnie Paz

[Verse 1 - Ill Bill:] My discipline go beyond the way the army train people, calmly spray people Devil’s horns up like Ronnie James Dio or Tony Iommi, cut your *** arms off Stole me a roadie, I’m mob deep like Tony Lionni Cross between the Egyptian god of fire ? ride ten times higher Than a soprano in god’s choir A Heavy Metal King like ? crack on gun metal ring Settle things like God’s prayer and the Devil’s wings We feast at the Last Supper, you hear the last laugh from us Scrape cash abundant, you hear the gats blast from us Roll with ? conquer continents like Genghis Khan My life is like a Misfits song or like Cypress Hill, hits from the *** I’m like Ice T six in the morn, police at my door Shoot the beast in the ? squeezing the four, creep in the six Then breeze to L’amour, the Lords of War for four seasons or more Listen [Verse 2 - Vinnie Paz:] This is goon music, something for Vinnie gun to clap Y’all ain’t making no progress, y’all still are running laps I think of y’all like Christ, y’all never coming back Chainsaws and husky bears without the lumberjacks Come on pana, Vinnie got a clip full I’mma let this four-fifth bark like it’s a pitbull Money I got a fistful and i got an razor and it cut like if you skip school I can be on that fight the power, ? *** I can be on that Gucci and on that Prada *** I can be on that questioning if a god exists I can be on that punch in your face and rob you *** That’s when *** starving and such Dry snitching, all y’all *** crying too much Give me a jar and the dutch I just caught a body and I’m proud of all this rhyming and such, yeah