Letras:
Burning Point Gods Of Iron

The defenseless victim is killed Pools of blood are screaming The tribute to the Gods is fulfilled Detain and destroy the Gods of iron Fight them before

em with several flying iron knives Look in the lion's eyes.. and see darkness Vinnie Paz, animal thug, just straight heartless YALL GARBAGE, the gods

then Hitting straight to the point, I don't smoke joints I only drink and puff blunts, so my niggaz appointed me Malik, the Drunken Dragon, I'll burn

portents spoke of vast bloodshed and great carnage, and after our slaughterous victories at Camulodunum (the Temple of Claudius burned wonderfully!),

the Northlands with a bright yellow beard, hefting a crude axe with a single iron head. I lifted my iron bladed Celtic shortsword with its bronze hilt

mystic Celtic gods Blood thirsty for their ritualistic slaughter they commit human life To death they fall in wasted form to appease the earth and gods Burned

severed em with several flying iron knives Look in the lion's eyes.. and see darkness Vinnie Paz, animal thug, just straight heartless YALL GARBAGE, the gods

stripes, join the force Honey, take ya flick, lift and point to the boss, soon As you blink, your coins is tossed It only takes four bars to get my point

camp, the fly lady champ The arsonist, who burn with his pen regardless Slaying all these earthlings and fake foreigners In the Phillipines, pick herbal beans, bubbling strings Body chemical CREAM, we burn