Metal Lords

[Intro: Vinnie Paz]
Yeah, Official Pistol
Pap Pistol Pazienza, Eto, salute Lord
Slum Gang and all that
Yeah, one-two, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Loadin' blicks the occupation
It go inside your body like a game of Operation
My ahki hit with fed time 'cause he ain't sayin' naythin'
I greet my brother peacefully, it's as-salamu alaykum
It's Jake everywhere, B, I spot a lotta bacon
It's so many .45s, it sound like a Jamaican (Ah bombaclaat!)
I be with hard rocks and they solid as the pavement
Muhfuckas waitin' on the word 'cause they impatient
The semi-auto knock him off his axis
It's stark fear Allah, ahki, sack cloth the ashes
He movin' four and the baby in cabana
Just he could movе the OT to Calabasas
I was on the brink then I'm rеvitalized
Mothafuckas were dyin' so check they vital signs
The Devil playground is a idle mind
Chop a muthafucka head, homie this is Bible times, toma!

Verse 2: Eto:
Yeah, now you my idol at the Devil's playground
That's yo' man?
Nowadays they call you any day now
Hand to hand
Prestigious, infamous, and malicious, 'til this day I praise the tre pound (Praise the tre pound)
They found the lil' homie slumped blood on his garments
Mamas not to blame
My blame will have 'em under the armpit
He ain't tell about the glove that covers the gauntlet
And he ain't tellin' how the love comes with the hardships
Yo, continue to love but who will I be if I'm the one who gives the glove
They pop bottles in yo' name and only miss you in clubs, shit
In the dirt box wit' you
Then he shits you and mock
Sounds accurate, sucks to be the cash cow graduate
Now everyone got the ball they had to pass you with
Shit, huh, no rules left, who's next? (Who's next?)
King Judas and a pacifist
Yeah, eventually it'll be only him
That's why I feel like the century in a custodian
Huh, but I got the keys
Still bringin' up your past runs I'm not intrigued, huh
Yeah, gotta convince me
First things first, dollars are [?]
It's hotter than fish grease
Send this ox to the pig feet, nigga

Chorus: Lord Goat x2:

The Metal Lords rule again y'all slumped over
And Acetore? the duffle bags with the muzzle loaders
Cuttin' Smith for mattress yola I'll be takin' over
Like Van Halen triple boulders shit be noddin' ovens

Verse 3: ILL BILL:

We been Ayatollahs seen in compromisin' photos
Evil eyes behold us, I'm the reason y'all despised by soldiers
Legions arrive in cobras, creep up in Kalam with soakers?
Demons rise like vultures, by Perico buy supply the culture
Crack the Black Mirror, start the action at zero
Legendary Canarsie built for the fat heroes
They put rat poison in the Phixion pour out Roy Rogers
Windex in the rickle juice you poor armies
Mad rubberbands, soldiers keep my money neat
20 deep, slump yo' fuckin' face into bloody meat
Bloody steak blades, bands o' cash, soldiers sold yo' gas to rap
Deep in the shadows, ready to assassins? laugh
Crease in the murder cult, the broken hope, the corpse raws
With cloven hoof and goat skulls, wrote the truth to the whole globe
I bring the beams out, 40 shot drum bring them screams out
Pistol nozzle blister like a fiend's mouth!

Chorus: Lord Goat x2:

The Metal Lords rule again y'all slumped over
And Acetore? the duffle bags with the muzzle loaders
Cuttin' Smith for mattress yola I'll be takin' over
Like Van Halen triple boulders shit be noddin' ovens