The Game

[Intro: Vinnie Paz] Brah, brah, brah (The official adventure of..) Big Louis Dogs Yo, Ap What's the deal, cousin? You know what I mean? Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] I'm the American Taliban, all of my weaponry is from Japan If I don't know you, don't converse with me just slap my hand Or else you're forcing me to cock it fucking back and blam It ain't a loss to me, you soft as fucking bags of sand I stay with the heavy metal like merciful fate Until I see the separation of church and the state They take advantage of dying lives and sell them So fuck the lies and the lying liars who tell them And fuck everybody who say that I'm not on my deen And fuck the Catholics, supported the Nazi regime I'm the reason that logic in the philosopher's dream And the reason that I deposit a shot in your spleen And while you worry about the second coming of your Jesus There's a connection to vaccines and other diseases They hurtful procedures and use the tools well That's why they try to keep you from the water fuel cell I feel like putting a gat to my dome 'Cause they faggots and they liars like the Vatican Throne I bring the life into a track like I'm Lazarus Home So never fuck around with me, I'm a statue of stone [Break] Louis Dogs, Vinnie Paz AOTP Demigodz murdering y'all [Verse 2: Apathy] Digging graves by the moonlight, walk through mud in new Nikes Gonna raise my son by the way of the gun and have him shoot right Elevate the mental state and take him to new heights It might not kill him if you drop him from two flights Breaking down your molecules quicker than transporters Decepticon, Kublai Khan, conquering Transformers The fourth-quarter quarterback Got a quarter? Call the coroner and tell em' that Ten G's to get the corpses back Heavy-metal, metamorphic, Meditate to Slayer tapes Radical rhythm with nuclear raps when it radiates Fuck loading Glock clips, Ap is on some cosmic shit Aim Cape Canaveral at ya, shoot you with a rocket ship Shock em' with a shotgun shell I'm Johnny Rotten as hell With big business like Sid Vicious so shit cell You faggot back packers, rap on computers Get Marty McFly, I'll send you Back to the Future