Lyrics Heavy Metal Kings (Instrumental) - Jedi Mind Tricks , Ill Bill
I
murder
you
and
laugh
I'm
Barry
Sanders
slashing
through
the
path
You
a
magician's
assistant,
I'm
sawin'
you
in
half
You
a
heathan
that
rely
on
the
beast
I'm
a
demon
at
the
fire
crucifyin'
the
priest
I
shine
over
beats
A
motherfuckin'
beast
on
the
mic
I'm
a
lion
out
the
jungle,
raw
meat
what
I
like
I
bleed
in
a
fight,
Vinnie
like
the
taste
of
his
blood
And
I'll
open
up
your
stomach
like
the
case
of
a
slug
I'm
faithful
to
drugs,
puttin'
metal
plates
in
your
mug
Dump
your
body
in
the
motherfuckin'
lake
in
a
rug
Face
in
the
mud,
y'all
create
the
facade
That
my
people
have
exterminated
faith
in
they
god
Patience
is
hard,
cousin,
but
it
pays
to
be
calm
Go
to
war
for
anybody
who
embraces
Islam
I'm
gracious
and
warm,
ready
for
the
place
in
the
war
And
I'm
ready
to
smash
your
motherfuckin'
face
in
the
floor
We
got
that
gangster
gangster
shit
We
got
that
murder
murder
shit
You
talk
that
gangster
gangster
shit
We
live
that
murder
murder
shit
Without
order
nothing
exists,
without
chaos
nothing
evolves
Now
get
on
your
knees
so
I
can
stick
this
gun
in
your
mouth
I'm
a
slayer
album
personified,
Holocaust,
Columbine
Middle
Passage,
Israel
versus
Palestine
It's
the
cult
leader
drink
your
cool-Aid
Roll
with
the
doctors
that
produce
AIDS
I
open
my
mouth,
I
shoot
flames
The
freedom
fighter
that
got
the
whole
world
terrified
Ill
Bill,
human
manifestation
of
genocide
Stand
amongst
Grammy
winning
grimy
nose
candy
sniffers
Blast
the
black
metal
at
you
like
Danny
Lilker
It's
impossible
to
escape
my
matrix
of
hate
I'll
make
a
good
girl
a
cum
dumpster
sayin'
don't
wait
Set
the
razors
to
AKs
and
turn
razors
to
grapes
Turn
blood
into
wine
with
an
insatiable
taste
Drink
from
the
goblet
of
gore,
vomitting
porn
Sodom
and
Gomorrah
back
to
Canarsie
New
York
You
don't
know
about
the
gospel
of
Judas
About
the
information
found
in
the
Galapagos
Ruins
How
the
warriors
would
sharpen
they
blades
How
if
they
government
wanted
to
they
could
cure
you
of
AIDS
We
the
equivalent
of
fire
and
ice
The
equivalent
of
a
prisoner
who
die
for
his
rights
I'm
lyin'
to
Christ,
put
your
fuckin'
spine
in
a
vice
I'm
like
Trump
in
the
Apprentice,
only
fire
at
night
I'm
dyin'
to
fight,
slap
you
five
and
put
ten
in
you
Louie
Dogs,
a
fuckin'
genocide
general
So
I
say
fuck
the
CIA
and
they
plan
Get
me
outta
here
I'd
rather
fuckin'
stay
in
Iran
I'll
run
up
on
you
with
grenades
in
my
hand
If
you
fuckin'
round
with
Bill
or
try
to
hate
on
my
fam
It's
the
dichotomy
of
hatred
in
man
If
you
ever
even
think
of
tryin'
to
play
me
then
blam
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