Vinnie Paz - Verses of the Bleeding lyrics

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz] Allahu Akbar, everybody just be calm That's the word pa**ed down from the imam It came from the Qur'an, it can't be wrong It's only measured in time of God's eons So I suggest you follow Allah way Or turn into a b**h inside the jungle's the raw way That's what the law say, you ain't ready for that You better bring a bulletproof and machete for that And nobody want to be there They stick you with dirty motherf**ers up in the tear Now it's back to the topic at hand, I'm rocking your fam And fight against the army with a rock in my hand A Glock in my hand, divide your body into two parts Exchange entire theories of God by spitting two darts But I just want people to build And did imam Al Husayn know that he would be k**ed? [Hook x2: Vinnie Paz, Des Devious] We coming for blood, in the name of Allah We coming for blood, and we ain't playing with y'all We coming for blood, we destroy and rebuild We coming for blood, if you ain't loyal, you k**ed [Verse 2: Des Devious] I got a vice grip on the mic spitting my sh** My balls and arrogance alone be the cause of these hits Easily split your wig with the flick of a wrist Send a block, your body dragging you into the abyss But that's some sick sh** I only do when I trip Or when I'm [?] motherf**ers running they lip That's when I start the procedure of body beating you to a seizure Your crew is standing there staring looking like non-believers I felt 'em standing and staring, that's when I pulled the heater My ratchet cooking these f*ggots, I make 'em all see the Fact of the matter is, if you don't back down This ain't no slap down, you getting clapped clown So don't be running 'round, talking all this and that That's female sh**, type of sh** that get you trapped Into a dark corner, rope pulling on ya Tried to escape, head shots left your a** a goner [Hook x2: Vinnie Paz, Des Devious] We coming for blood, in the name of Allah We coming for blood, and we ain't playing with y'all We coming for blood, we destroy and rebuild We coming for blood, if you ain't loyal, you k**ed [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] I'm ready to blackout, crippler cross-face tap-out Coming through the f**ing door with the gats out Let the blood rain down and drip on your skin Let the slug hit your crown and rip from your limbs I'm the illest f**ing rapper alive Give me sixteen shots, I can crack you in five I have to survive, have to get my money and shine Have to get everything that I used to promise my mom I got to do it for everyone that I promised something For everyone who thought I wouldn't be alive or something Come on money, that's some cold sh**, wishing me dead So I'm beating they mid-section till they pissing in red