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[Verse 1: I'll Bill] I'm the numerical value of death 9 double-M, shallow lead and explosives Powder keg that engulf and devour men South of Heaven in the mouth of madness Shouting at the casket, these idiots is drowning in the vastness My science is accurate while your favourite rappers be dying by accident In the closet like David Carradine Who the last man standing, who survive? How can a man that stand on top of the water be crucified? I never been the type to throw stones in glass houses I'd rather throw lightning bolts and terrorize thousands Make it happen when I lace the captain Ran up in the Chase Manhattan You can't see my face, I'm masking, now taste my ratchet It's the Cult Leader, the Isa, Mohammed of terror Every morning wake up and see God in the mirror The truth-speaker, I'm the universal chronicle bearer Like Charles Manson being interviewed by Geraldo Rivera [Chorus: Scratching/repeated] The crown is mine [Verse 2: Vinnie Paz] This is Heavy Metal Kings, hardbody shit, sniffing white I'm concerned with dying, y'all are concerned with living life SongtexteI'm in the Church of Anton while y'all are kissing Christ You ain't fucking around with Billy or with Vincent Price I have love for distance, I am the resistance I am godly while y'all are just lacking some specifics I study bullet trajectory, it's my love for physics Chicken ain't got nothing to do with my love for biscuits I am cancerous, everything that's around me dies I am scandalous, everything that comes out me lies I believe that you got weaponry but I doubt the size You won't see me on anything, I'm poking out your eyes A bunch of John Wayne Gacys, fucking clowns Any of y'all that don't embrace me, knuckle down I don't fuck with small pay, at least a couple pounds I don't need 12 to trash y'all, give me a couple rounds Aus Songtexte Mania