Monster's Ball

[Verse 1:]

I feel reinvigorated, don't fuck with the boss

I'd rather cut my own throat before suffering loss

Anybody fucking with me get hung on the cross

I have anger in me, don't make me summon the source

I go to war with the Glock

I go to war with anybody motherfucker, I'm a sorcerer ahk

Fucking everything whether the bitch is gorgeous or not

I murder everything, that's just some of my torturous plot

If you righteous and you under attack

Like the Anbar Awakening and Sons of Iraq

The fifty cal is like a thunderous clap

If you think that you safe and nothing wrong that's a presumptuous act

It ain't no tomorrow, I don't got a dime saved

And if you did it's in the Wall Street crime wave

It ain't nothing worse in the world than a mind slave

Going to war with my people how I define brave

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I'm a monster

Ain't no one can fuck with the kid

I'm a monster

My jail brothers stuck with a bid

I'm a monster

Everything I do is precise

I'm a monster

Pazienza ruin your life

I'm a monster

Ain't no one can fuck with the kid

I'm a monster

My jail brothers stuck with a bid

I'm a monster

Everything I do is precise

I'm a monster

Pazienza ruin your life

[Verse 2:]

Yeah you know that Vinnie he been nice

Y'all don't belong inside of the ring like you Kimb' Slice

I ain't gonna take all of your skin, just a thin slice

They call me John "The Beast" Mugabi when Vin fights

Vin Laden, Taliban, Hamas, and Al-Qaeda

You a snitch cop lover, you fuck with a traitor

I'm a motherfucking brick you constructed of paper

I dumped the motherfucking clip now you dust and you vapour

I was there when all the planets was born

Before the Continental Drift and when Atlantis was formed

When Gandhi told the Indians to stand and be strong

And took the British out with intellect in spite of their brawn

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[Verse 3:]

Everything Pazienza do is hard body

I don't care if you Blood, Neta, or Godbody

I was devilish before the power of God got me

I just think I let the fucking sword of Allah chop me

Mossberg nine thirty-five is amazing

The Prada high-tops the same colour as raisin

He a rat, not even his mother can save him

That's what you get for being brothers with Satan

The thirty-eight practical, the Glock is for fair

And as for jail brothers something they can knock on the tear

Yeah, I'll stick a knife through your esophagus queer

I'm an animal, every rhyme will demolish you queers

Gas high but you can get the D for a real price

This Sig Sauer 1911 is real nice

I'll stick through the wrist with a steel spike

And now maybe you'll overstand the pain of the real Christ

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