Bonus Track

Oh, y'all motherfuckers thought it was over, huh?

Well, it's not. You didn't count on the fallen angel

getting back into the graces of God and coming after

you. Y'all niggaz ain't shit. Your producers ain't

shit, your fucking A&R ain't shit, I fucking wipe my

ass with your demo deal

Yo, Diabolic, TAKE THIS MOTHERFUCKERS HEAD OFF!

[Diabolic]

Go ahead and grip glocks, I'll snap ya trigger finger in 6 spots

You'll have to liplock with hypodermic needles to lick shots

I watch you topple flat, put away ya rings and holla back

Can't freestyle? You screwed off the top like bottle caps

Beneath the surface, I'm overheating your receiving circuits

By unleashing deeper verses than preists speak in churches

But your preach is worthless, your worship defeats the purpose

Like President Bush taking bullets for the Secret Service

Beyond what y'all fathom, shit on cats and jaw tap 'em

Show no "cum-passion" like havin a strait-faced orgasm

Tour jack him, have his half-a-ten bitch suck my friends dick

In the mean time, you can French kiss this clenched fist

Diabolic, a one-man brigade spreading Cancer Plague

Fist-fucking a pussy's face holding a hand grenade

So if I catch you bluffing, faggot, you less than nothing

I just had to get this stress off my chest like breast reductions

[Immortal Technique]

You motherfuckers are nothing, you cannot harm me

I'll ressurect every aborted baby and start an army

Storm the planet, hunting you down, 'cause I'm on a mission

To split your body into a billion one-celled organisms

Immortal Technique will destroy your religion, you stupid bitch

You faker than blue eyed crackers nailed to a crucifix

I'm 'bout to blow up like NASA Challenger computer chips

Arsenic language transmitted revolutionarily

I'm like time itself, I'ma kill you inevitably

Chemically bomb you, fuck using a chrome piece

I'm Illmatic, you won't make it home like Gerome's niece

I'll sever your head diagonally for thinking of dissing me

And then use your dead body to write my name in calligraphy

This puppet democracy, just brainwashed psychology

So you're nothing like diversity without equality

And your crew is full of more faggots than Greek mythology

Using numerology to count the people I sent to Heaven

Produces more digits than 22 divided by 7

You like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect

You never killed a cop, you not a motherfucking thug yet

Your mind is empty and spacious

Like the part of the brain that appreciates culture in racists

Face it, you're too basic, you not going to make it

Like children walking through Antartica, butt naked