(First Verse - Fick)
(Second Verse - Czar)
My crew we stoppin' ya vitals when you be crossin' this rival
We trackin' back to the Aztecs, we be head dropping tribal
No revival survival, if you a knight we drop titles
Do impossible sights so we can call me the bible
You can pick any version, cuz we be forcin' conversions
We torturin' all forms of men who think of bein' desertin'
Learnin' from the higher up & not yourself you be servin'
Watch the population bowing to the son of a virgin'
Who agree with me who think that they all bein' deservin'
As we taste the blood of children it's the church's perversion
And we turnin' the verdicts of all who try to devert us
From our master plan, I'll bash your hand & force your coercions
We be beatin' all the steeples who be leakin' & cursin'
We be depleting and defeating people speakin' the Persian
Hurtin any individuals we be the same person
Now we all bumble bees come with me complete the traversin'