Lyrics
My fist is a gun
My fingers is individual pistols
System overload, glitches toe to
Toe, eye to eye, soul to soul
Walk amongst the lords of war, soldier gore
Calls these invisible walls to fall
Mental slavery, skids a
Metal prison corridor, cult leader orator
Since I was a shorty y'all busy with the 44
The black flag represent the
Skull and the guns
It's like selling a MAC-11 to Attila the Hun
The ultimate in cult leaders
Adult folk villains
Coke dealings in the champagne
Room with broke feeling
So fake amongst plastic piranhas
I'mma put you all to sleep
In some acid pyjamas
Central intelligence odyssey
Mind control biography
MK-Ultra, extraterrestrial sodomy
Way beyond astronomy
Double-O like Sean Connery
We walk silently with big silencers violently
Everything William Cooper was talking about
Then is happening now
Malachi York was way ahead of his time too
It's wild "In the land of the blind the man
With one eye is the king"
My fist is a gun
Every finger's an individual sword
You either living with Shaytan or
You living with God
I make metal with the cult leader orator
Since I was shorty y'all
Busy with Bacardi raw
I cock the 44, symphonies by Marley Marl
I would splatter all of y'all
Shit y'all never saw before
Vinnie and his dogs of war
Bombs the size of soccer balls
Since y'all was inside the walls
Tortured with the waterboards
Grab him by his throat
Take his fucking head and scalp him
I carry black metal like
I'm Venom's second album support Dr york
Don't believe what's said about him
Strangle non-believers till the fucking
Redness out him
If we don't like what they saying I
Guess we have to drown em
All they see is the demon
Lord and death around em
I'm made of mercury alloy like
I was in amalgam
No matter how you look at it
Cousin death is the outcome