Drenched in Blood lyrics

[Planetary]
I can’t imagine me slacking, it’s like a n*gga stepping
And slapping me right in the face but n*gga it never happen
I spit the Passion of Christ, the crucifixion’s my weapon
I take the shield from the knight and stick it through your intestines
And that’s just in day’s work
My motivation killing sincerely taken from day’s hurt
I spray earth with the venomous mind spray
It’s a hard knock life before Jay left Beyonce
All-white green leather Diamante
Windows tinted, y’all sit timid acting Kanye
You so stranje I’m throwing boomerangs at your foolish gang
Overruled…

[Demoz]
Motherf*cker you a faggot, you kiss n*ggas like Lil’ Wayne
I’m Kool G in his prime, you n*ggas rapping like Lil’ Zane
I don’t two-step, n*gga I move wet
Cocaine, ecstasy and carry two jets
Now if it wasn’t for my seed I wouldn’t need my life
Give me a hoodie and the mask, I don’t need the ice
I keep verses in my head, I don’t need to write
Left hook split your sh*t open, I don’t need a knife
I’m on my hate sh*t, AK sh*t
Step on my shoes, I shoot you in the face b*tch
So what the f*ck is up? You n*ggas f*cking up
When Vinnie swing on you I swing on you n*gga I f*ck you up
[Crypt the Warchild]
They all mistaking kindness for weakness
They all b*tches spineless and speechless
Work all week and you poor by the weekend
j*rks wanna creep try to choke you while you sleeping
All cause we spit raw, no if there’s a leak and
Everybody quick draw, we know when you reaching
n*ggas done f*cked up, they woke up a demon
OT possessing having spoke to a deacon
Hypocrite kids keep a hold on the preaching
Please don’t get split, they don’t know what’s the reason
Philly’s like Hell but it’s cold and it’s freezing
24/7 no matter what the season

[King Syze]
Yeah put me in the booth surrounded by music
I let my lips go man like I don’t give two sh*ts
You Internet motherf*ckers wish y’all was me
On the road with the Army rolling with QD
While we be touring y’all be at work whoring
Begging for overtime, “Please can I get some more?”
Been there, done that, matter fact still doing it
Took some time but we running with this music sh*t
Say my name man and I’ll show up
Hit a n*gga in the gut till his ass blow up
And I still speak power with the force of an anvil
I spit gutter words fill another landfill
[Vinnie Paz]
I murder anyone who f*ck with the villain, it’s over
You ain’t American Gangster cause you chilling with Hova
I got a motherf*cking chip and it’s still in my shoulder
I dump the motherf*cking clip in your grill and I fold you
You ain’t even in my league and on Vinnie di*k
I’m eating calamari and capocoolo with my ginny clique
I’m a Sicilian mastiff, you a mini pit
Eleven Mac 11, nine 9s, on that Biggie sh*t
I hug the block with Jay and Moss where that rocko was sold
I carry four burners like the top of a stove
2012 when y’all burn, that’s what prophecy’s told
I don’t give a f*ck, I ain’t expect to see thirty years old