Verses Of The Bleeding

[Vinnie Paz] Allah U Akbar, everybody just be calm That's the word pa*sed down from the Emonh It came from the Qu'ran, it can't be wrong It's only measure, the time, the God's eons So I suggest you follow Allah way Or turn into a bitch, inside the jungle's of raw way That's what the Lord say, you ain't ready for that You better bring a bulletproof and machete for that And nobody wanna be there They stick you with 30 motherf**kers, up in the tare Now it's back to the topic at hand, I'm rockin' ya fam And fight against the army with a rock in my hand A glock in my hand, divide ya body into two parts And change ya entire theories of God by spittin' two darts But I just wanna people to build And did Emadma Hussein, know that he would be killed? [Chorus 2X: Vinnie Paz, Des Devious] We comin' for blood (in the name of Allah) We comin' for blood (and we ain't playin' with ya'll) We comin' for blood (we destroy and rebuild) We comin' for blood (if you ain't loyal, you killed) [Des Devious] I got a vice grip on the mic, spittin' my shit My balls and arrogance alone be the cause of these hits Easily split ya wig, with the flick of a wrist Send the block, ya body's grindin' you, and to the abyss But that's some, sick shit, I only do when I trip Or when I'm, til them motherf**kers runnin' they lip That's when I, start the procedure, of body beatin' you into a seizure Your crew is standing there staring lookin' like non believers I felt 'em standing and staring that's when I pulled the heater My ratchet cookin' these faggots, I make 'em all see the Fact of the matter is, the cue don't back down This ain't no slap down, you gettin' clapped clown So don't be runnin' around, talkin' all this and that That's female shit, type of shit that get you trapped Into a dark corner, rope pullin' on ya Tried to escape, hear shots, left ya a*s a goner [Chorus 2X] [Vinnie Paz] I'm ready to blackout, crippler crossface tap-out Comin' through the f**kin' door with the gats out Let the blood rain down and drippin' ya skin Let the slug hit ya crown and rip up ya limbs I'm the illest f**kin' rapper alive Give me 16 shots, I can crack you in five I have to survive, have to get my money and shine Have to get everything that I used to promise my mom I gotta do it for everyone that I promised something So everyone who thought I wouldn't be alive or something Come on money, that's some cold shit, wishin' me dead So I beat in their mid-section, til they pissin' in red [Chorus]