heavy metal kings with Paz and Ill Bill is piff
I’ll go anywhere I want, I don’t have clearance
Carnivore, don’t eat anything that don’t have parents
I’m jihadist, I go to war with God-fearers
Elohim, Rosicrucians, and cross-bearers
I don’t sign up for war, it’s no enlistment papers
My hands fast, they pyrotechnic initiators
I don’t have any close friends, just distant neighbours
Cause I don’t listen to Christians or crucifixion wavers
I don’t listen to anyone that ain’t been to war
I don’t listen to anyone if they ain’t been poor
I ain’t ever going back to where I been before
And I ain’t going fukking back to lose, win, or draw
Tell your whole fukking fam Vinnie P a problem
And my four-fifth sick, it got a sneezing problem
It’s the Heavy Metal Kings, you know that we a problem
And y’all ain’t saying shyt, now y’all have a breathing problem, yeah