Carnival of Souls lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
I'm an ape in the cage, getting more amazing with age
AK's and Grenades, matter of fact I slay them with blades
They blantantly gays, faggots in berets at parades
And see, my team is unbeatable, the stadium staged
I'm basically crazed, walk in circles, pacing for days
I'm basically dazed, and lost inside a satanist maze
You face the brigade, I hate you and I pray you get AIDS
I go hard on hard beats, y'all to lazy to shave
Too lazy to bathe, and so y'all hate on the God
I'm sick of y'all eating off the same plate as the God
Y'all could never build or conversate with the God
You shooting guns off, I would bomb a nation for God
(I'm a suicide bomber) Y'all don't want no confrontation with God
Y'all are swine eaters, that's abomination to God
(Al hum'du Allah) So put some faith into God
The objective is to finally conquer f*cking satan with God

[Chorus: Demoz]
I think we got a problem, take me out this f*cking column
See all these phony actors, I don't like these phony rappers
f*ck all the story telling, I don't like these story fables
You n*ggas sound like cable, f*ck you and your f*cking label

I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a f*cking problem
Maserati, I’m a problem, Jus Allah’s a f*cking problem
Criticism from critics but we don’t f*cking care
All we hear is the drum beat and the f*cking snare
[Verse 2: Demoz]
All I got is too much hate, not enough love
Too many plates, not enough grub
Too many snakes in the grass
I gotta kill one, cause the gun ain’t got enough slugs
Body under the belt, not enough blood
Shotty under the shelf, not enough thugs
You're a b*tch you ain’t gonna do sh*t, suck a di*k
Cause I been had your b*tch in the lobby on drugs
I ain’t no plug, I ain’t no snitch
I ain’t no blood, I ain’t no crip
Motherf*cking hood, where I be, everyday
You don’t like me?
Come see me n*gga, I ain’t no b*tch
Far from the last man damn man
You could be the man what they said
So I focused on the damn plan
Face straight like I just did a handstand
Used to be shy now I’m focused like a head cam
Demoz, say hello to the sandman
Gun pop, good god where your man layin'
See that b*tch right there with the damn tan
Couple shots put the b*tch in the damn van
Take her home put her in the zone
di*k like an L, she gonna put it to the dome
Wack DVDs all these n*ggas in the streets
Showing n*ggas where they live and their fridge and their chrome
n*gga please
Do you really think I’m dumb enough to show a motherf*cking n*gga where I live at
Jeopardize where my wife and my kids at
Come home find my young boy kidnapped
n*gga hit that L that you hit, because you motherf*ckin crazy if you think I will
Pistol Gang to the day I hang
Or I see my death, I’m gonna keep it real
[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Jus Allah]
You should make peace before we pull the peace-makers
I don’t want the streets waking up the sleeping neighbours
I don’t want police pacing up the streets later
But the killing has me feeling like a teenager
Sign your soul over, here’s a blank piece of paper
I’ll fill in the details, you can read it later
We should keep in contact, I may need a favour
It’s not breach in contract, no release, and waivers
It’s slavery and cheap labour is a decent bargain
It’s monopoly, I’m landing on free parking
It’s blood out here, gotta keep my teeth sharpened
Gotta keep cream, gotta keep a green garden
You doing everything you can just to keep from starving
I’m Rastafarian and partying, usually with more than one darling
It’s disheartening, b*tches know I ain’t Romeo or Prince Charming