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Tekster: Vinnie Paz. Washed In The Blood Of The Lamb.

[Verse 1]

If you listen to me then you know my father was G
And the apple don?t fall too far from the tree
Me and you is different as we could possibly be
Me and you is just different philosophically
I don?t think it?s anybody as obnoxious as me
I don?t think that anybody else could parted the sea
I don?t think that you wanna discuss the horror with me
If I was you I?d move a little bit more farther from me
It ain?t nobody living more of a sergeant than me
It ain?t nobody alive more of a prophet than me
It ain?t nobody living possibly rocking with me
On the stage, in the studio, or boxing with me
Every second I?m awake there is a toxin in me
Anti-depressants, Suboxone, Oxycontin in me
Only a stupid motherfucker have a problem with me
Cause he don?t know I got the fucking problem-solver with me

[Chorus]

I was washed in the blood of the lamb
Whoever touches my hand gonna leave enough blood in the sand
I was washed in the blood of the lamb
Whoever fuck with my fam suffering, a motherfucker should scram

I was washed in the blood of the lamb
Whoever touches my hand gonna leave enough blood in the sand
I was washed in the blood of the lamb
Whoever fuck with my fam suffering, a motherfucker should scram

[Verse 2]

I slaughter anything I get my hands on
Inside the Church of Anton with bloody pants on
I was in the land of Israel and heard ram?s horn
I was in the sand with Ishmael and fought the sandstorm
I?m just waiting for the raven to thaw
Cause I don?t argue with Mesopotamian law
I submit my will and faith into the grace of Allah
And the Mayan calendar say it?s erasing us all
The four-fifth you should see this thing, it?s berserk
And y?all are royalty inside a fucking kingdom of dirt
How are y?all original when y?all ain?t think of it first?
I just wish I could put everything I think into verse
But instead I decide to drink in a Russian bar
I?m Rasputin, I?m influencing a Russian Tsar
I?m Dave Lombardo on drums, leave the percussion scarred
I drink the bottle to the bottom, put my trust in God

[Chorus]