(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'