Boondock Saints

[Intro: Prayer from Boondock Saints]
And Shepherds we shall be
For thee, my Lord, for thee
Power hath descended forth from Thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands
So we shall flow a river forth to Thee
And teeming with souls shall it ever be
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti

[Verse 1: Adverse]
It’s time to cause panic on these average suckers
Me and ET like the new MacManus brothers…
You can find us where the wackest act’s discovered
God’s our only judge, not even he stands above us
You don’t have the balls to do it, who gunna body who b?
I turn challengers into a copy of the new Call Of Duty…
They all Ghosts to me, you could get done bastard…
Barrel smoking heavy like it’s tryna get lung cancer…
I’ve been raw as Rakim since Em was raw doggin’ Kim
Take it in blood, I’m taking blood like phlebotomist
I’m a whole nother breed, we’re two different dudes
Drown your whole car pool when your just dippin through
Death personified, ironically the kids living proof
Talk shit to your wife, diss miss, then I’m dismissin’ you!
Rappers, protect your neck before you drop your shit
Cus we the Boondock Saints stationed in Metropolis…

[Hook x2]
Run with it, have fun with it
Blow your gun with it, n be done with it
Weak rappers better duck when we blast it
The Boondock Saints riddin’ the game of wackness

[Verse 2: Extreme Talent]
Sick with the skills,0 deaths 100 kills
Comin with the madness,it's to much manage
Causin damage,to all these dumb fake rappers
Ravage their game,go and hang it from the rafters
And celebrate after,we winnin all day
Playin fuck the police doin 95 on the freeway
3 days,spent fuckin your bitch
You could swing forever,i'll be dodging the hits
Forget your posse or clique,we the boondock saints
And if your not onboard with that,you better walk the plank
Extreme talent bitch,believe im built like a tank
The king of this hill,hell i guess im sorta like hank
You could say im pro-pain,you took a shot but no gain
40 points in the first half,and i'll ball the whole game
Rolling out on these tracks,with finesse call it soul train
In short my bars are, the equivalent of cocaine

[Hook x2]