Philosophy Of Horror

[Vinnie Paz] I was Albert Eiensteins mind, I was Italy's fine wine I was working with God when he defined time I was there when the guns first let off There when they cut King Charles head off There when the CIA battled the crack And the tradgedy and triumph of Jeranamo Pratt Punch a faggot til his nose bleed heavy Dead'em all then I escape in green chevy I merk your wisdom, spit a dart at you to hurt your wisdom Put you in the worst position in a turkish prison Yeah... and my intention is to waste y'all And cover your body with stitches like a baseball I fucking lace y'all with the word of the sword And leaving you bleeding in a ditch while you serving the lord You deserve to be mauled by an army of bees Just another faggot dead in his army fatigues