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The Omen (feat. Block McCloud)
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The Omen (feat. Block McCloud) was released on December 2, 2016 by Babygrande Records, Inc. as a part of the album The Essential Collabo Collection Vol. 2
December 2, 2016
LabelBabygrande Records, Inc.
LanguageEnglish
BPM78
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yeah
Vinnie Paz, baby
Whoo, yeah
Ha-ha
This is fucking dirty
Jedi Mind Tricks
Yeah
Yeah
Brooklyn act
Vinnie Paz
Word up
Cut your fucking throat
Fucking drum beats
Dirty shit
Yeah
Vinnie Paz, the baby
Brooklyn act
That's how it go down
I fucking hate God, hate everybody that worship him
You the gay rapper, put a fucking skirt on him
I fucking murder him, I got a great banger
I'm the opposite of love, kill, hate, anger
I'm the opposite of God love
I'm a vampire, drink blood from a wine jug
I'm a divine thug, .38 and zero
Vinnie Paz, Brooklyn act, we waiting to blow
That's probably the reason everyone hating us for
I wanna see bunny rabbits, I'm taking your dough
I'm taking your heart, then I break it apart
I should've known that these faggots were snakes from the start
I'm amazingly smart, like Christopher Rios
You'll be swimming with the fishes, Luca Brasi, adios
Mi gente, amigos, I'm with Block McCloud
Vinnie P. Siciliano, he Puerto Rican proud
Yeah
Come on
Fucking noodles
This is fucking hardcore
Come on
Real rap
Yeah
Vinnie P
Yeah
Block McCloud
Come on, you worms
Get punched in the face for breathing
Be careful what you wish for, because the devil's listening
Block and Vinnie on one track, it's like pure hell has risen
Choosing to tune into this fire music, self-inflicted
Pure evil like that girl from The Ring in your television
Each verse is like a spell from witches thinner
Your health is slipping, fire swells in
The pit of sinners and melts your siblings
Suffer the little children of the land
Block is building a fan base that look like the village of the damned
Taste the sulfur, aim darts that puncture like shrapnel
And make you suffer like Satan's lovers cut you like scalpels
Pluck your eyeballs with forceps
Claim your firstborn less, you pour a cup of lamb's blood on your doorstep
Block and Vinnie Paz, the hacking Jedi minds
In a satanic temple, drinking the reddest wine
Smoking the ash of a pastor we bled
Mixed with ash and lamb's bread to bring hip-hop back from the dead
It don't matter who you pray to
He can't save you
Buddha or Allah or Jesus
He can't save you
It don't matter who you pray to
He can't save you
Buddha or Allah or Jesus
He can't save you
It don't matter who you pray to
He can't save you
Buddha or Allah or Jesus
He can't save you
It don't matter who you pray to
He can't save you
Buddha or Allah or Jesus
He can't save you
Death is really just a prelude
He can raise the dead
Under than a grave fool
Block and Vinnie Paz, the baby
Gonna take your head
Regardless, regardless
Death is really just a prelude
He can raise the dead
Under than a grave fool
Block and Vinnie Paz, the baby
Gonna take your head
Regardless, regardless
Written by: I. Díaz, V. LUVINER
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