| Song | Heavy Metal Kings |
| Artist | Jedi Mind Tricks |
| Album | Servants in Heaven, Kings in Hell |
| 作曲 : Baldwin, Braunstein, Luviner | |
| (Verse 1 - Vinnie Paz) | |
| I murder you and laugh | |
| I'm Barry Sanders slashing through the path | |
| You a magicians assistant I'm sawing you in half | |
| You a heathen that rely on the beast | |
| I'm a demon that defying crucifying the priest | |
| I shine over beats: A motherfuckin beast on the mic | |
| I'm a lion out the jungle, raw meat's what I like. | |
| I bleed in the fight, Vinnie like that taste of his blood, | |
| and I'll open up your stomach like the case of a slug. | |
| I'm faithful to drugs, puttin metal plates in your mug. | |
| Dump your body in the motherfucking lake in a rug, face in the mud. | |
| Ya'll create the facade, that my people have exterminated faith in their god | |
| patience is hard, cousin but it pays to calm | |
| go to war for anybody who embraces Islam. | |
| I'm gracious and warm, | |
| ready for my place in the war, | |
| and I'm ready to smash a motherfuckers face in the floor. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| We got that gangster gangster shit | |
| We got that murder murder shit | |
| You talk that gangster gangster shit. | |
| We live that murder murder shit. | |
| (Verse 2 - Ill Bill) | |
| Without order nothing exists, | |
| Without chaos nothing evolves, | |
| now get on your knees so I can stick this gun in your mouth. | |
| I'm a Slayer album personified, | |
| holocaust columbine, | |
| middle passage Israel versus Palestine. | |
| It's the cult leader drinking kool-aid, | |
| run with the doctor's that produced AIDS | |
| I open my mouth I shoot flames. | |
| a freedom fighter that got the whole world terrified | |
| Ill Bill, human manifestation of genocide. | |
| Stand amongst Grammy winning grimy nosed candy sniffers | |
| Blast a black metal at you like Danny Loco | |
| it's impossible to escape my matrix of hate | |
| I'll make a good girl a cum dumpster saying don't wait. | |
| I turn razors to AK's and turn raisins to grapes. | |
| turn blood into wine with an insatiable taste. | |
| Drink from the goblet of gore, vomit and poured. | |
| Sodom and Gomorrah back to Canarsie, New York. | |
| (Chorus) | |
| (Verse 3 - Vinnie Paz) | |
| You don't know about the gospel of Judas, | |
| about the information found in the Galapagos ruins. | |
| How the warriors would sharpen they blades, | |
| how if they wanted to the government could cure you of AIDS. | |
| We the equivalent of fire & ice, | |
| the equivalent of a prisoner who died for his rights. | |
| I'm lying to Christ, | |
| Put your fuckin spine in a vice, | |
| I'm like trump in The Apprentice - only fire at night. | |
| I'm dying to fight, slap you five and put ten in you, | |
| Louie Dogs a fuckin genocide general, | |
| So I say fuck the CIA and they plan | |
| get me outta here I'd rather fucking stay in Iran. | |
| I run up on you with grenades in my hand, | |
| If you fuckin round with Bill or try to hate on my fam. | |
| It's the dichotomy of hatred in man, | |
| If you ever think of tryin to play me then Blam! Blat! Blat! | |
| (chorus) |
| zuò qǔ : Baldwin, Braunstein, Luviner | |
| Verse 1 Vinnie Paz | |
| I murder you and laugh | |
| I' m Barry Sanders slashing through the path | |
| You a magicians assistant I' m sawing you in half | |
| You a heathen that rely on the beast | |
| I' m a demon that defying crucifying the priest | |
| I shine over beats: A motherfuckin beast on the mic | |
| I' m a lion out the jungle, raw meat' s what I like. | |
| I bleed in the fight, Vinnie like that taste of his blood, | |
| and I' ll open up your stomach like the case of a slug. | |
| I' m faithful to drugs, puttin metal plates in your mug. | |
| Dump your body in the motherfucking lake in a rug, face in the mud. | |
| Ya' ll create the facade, that my people have exterminated faith in their god | |
| patience is hard, cousin but it pays to calm | |
| go to war for anybody who embraces Islam. | |
| I' m gracious and warm, | |
| ready for my place in the war, | |
| and I' m ready to smash a motherfuckers face in the floor. | |
| Chorus | |
| We got that gangster gangster shit | |
| We got that murder murder shit | |
| You talk that gangster gangster shit. | |
| We live that murder murder shit. | |
| Verse 2 Ill Bill | |
| Without order nothing exists, | |
| Without chaos nothing evolves, | |
| now get on your knees so I can stick this gun in your mouth. | |
| I' m a Slayer album personified, | |
| holocaust columbine, | |
| middle passage Israel versus Palestine. | |
| It' s the cult leader drinking koolaid, | |
| run with the doctor' s that produced AIDS | |
| I open my mouth I shoot flames. | |
| a freedom fighter that got the whole world terrified | |
| Ill Bill, human manifestation of genocide. | |
| Stand amongst Grammy winning grimy nosed candy sniffers | |
| Blast a black metal at you like Danny Loco | |
| it' s impossible to escape my matrix of hate | |
| I' ll make a good girl a cum dumpster saying don' t wait. | |
| I turn razors to AK' s and turn raisins to grapes. | |
| turn blood into wine with an insatiable taste. | |
| Drink from the goblet of gore, vomit and poured. | |
| Sodom and Gomorrah back to Canarsie, New York. | |
| Chorus | |
| Verse 3 Vinnie Paz | |
| You don' t know about the gospel of Judas, | |
| about the information found in the Galapagos ruins. | |
| How the warriors would sharpen they blades, | |
| how if they wanted to the government could cure you of AIDS. | |
| We the equivalent of fire ice, | |
| the equivalent of a prisoner who died for his rights. | |
| I' m lying to Christ, | |
| Put your fuckin spine in a vice, | |
| I' m like trump in The Apprentice only fire at night. | |
| I' m dying to fight, slap you five and put ten in you, | |
| Louie Dogs a fuckin genocide general, | |
| So I say fuck the CIA and they plan | |
| get me outta here I' d rather fucking stay in Iran. | |
| I run up on you with grenades in my hand, | |
| If you fuckin round with Bill or try to hate on my fam. | |
| It' s the dichotomy of hatred in man, | |
| If you ever think of tryin to play me then Blam! Blat! Blat! | |
| chorus |