Terror lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Y'all motherf*ckers woke a demon up
The bullets splatter through your spleen and guts
The whole clique ducking they PO
They need to pee in cups
We murder sh*t like everything the Europeans touched
I don't even talk to motherf*ckers, that could lead to trust
We on our din, Devils only deal with greed and lust
Beat an elephant with bare hands and take his bleeding tusk
Anytime you hear a cop was murdered, best believe it's us
Jus Allah load the Glock, put em in the weeds and dust
I ain't I sucker, I was born with Herculean nuts
Strangle snakes, dangle grapes, fed by European sl*ts
Y'all know where to come to when you need the f*cking trees and dust
Ayo D, (?) I need to feed these f*cks
I got the power to devour trees, seas and such
I got the power that's the caliber of Jesus touch
It don't matter the caliber, I proceed to rush
Vinnie on a whole nother algebra than the Greeks could touch

[Verse 2: Demoz]
Let me tell you a little something bout a n*gga named Moz
Look in his eye, you could see the evil if you high
You could notice a little n*gga that's eager for the sky
Behind bars scarred like Jesus when he died (when he died)
n*gga I was in the hole for a whole six months getting high
Off the reefer thinking, "Why?"
I'm with the roaches and rats hopeless and flatline
(?) and the hole in the crack
n*gga I was in the hole, trying getting my back
n*ggas snitching and CEO tried getting my bag
But I don't give a f*ck about a snake or a fag, or hater
I'd rather see Adolf paid off, laugh
This is real life, f*ck getting paid off rats
And selling my soul to the devil getting paid off rapping
Maserati Mozzy, Pazienza clap boys, (?) step back man
You still screaming duffle bag boys
[Verse 3: Jus Allah]
I have lived a century, I've tapped into my 6th sensory
I am a potential enemy
My entire inner chemistry, every inch of me, is divinity
Unequivocally, supremacy
I have undesired energy
Sins friendly, since empty
Show the prince of peace no clemency
Give him an extremity of insensitivity
Let his kin and ministry witness his disassembly
I just love sufferance, I'm destructive, unproductive
Tussid, not much substance, thug-age
Above judgement, unaware of any air of doubt
Where it counts, I'm a fair amount of paramount
I embody a monopoly of ungodly
The hobby robbed me of my common camaraderie
My apology, arid, insincerity
Charity, very generic, it's hilarity