[Intro Prayer from Boondock Saints] And Shepherds we shall be For thee, my Lord, for thee Power hath descended forth from Thy hand Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands So we shall flow a river forth to Thee And teeming with souls shall it ever be In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti [Verse 1 Adverse] Its time to cause panic on these average suckers Me and ET like the new MacManus brothers You can find us where the wackest acts discovered Gods our only judge, not even he stands above us You dont have the balls to do it, who gunna body who b? I turn challengers into a copy of the new Call Of Duty They all Ghosts to me, you could get done bastard Barrel smoking heavy like its tryna get lung cancer Ive been raw as Rakim since Em was raw doggin Kim Take it in blood, Im taking blood like phlebotomist Im a whole nother breed, were two different dudes Drown your whole car pool when your just dippin through Death personified, ironically the kids living proof Talk shit to your wife, diss miss, then Im dismissin you! Rappers, protect your neck before you drop your shit Cus we the Boondock Saints stationed in Metropolis [Hook x2] Run with it, have fun with it Blow your gun with it, n be done with it Weak rappers better duck when we blast it The Boondock Saints riddin the game of wackness [Verse 2 Extreme Talent] Sick with the skills,0 deaths 100 kills Comin with the madness,its to much manage Causin damage,to all these dumb fake rappers Ravage their game,go and hang it from the rafters And celebrate after,we winnin all day Playin fuck the police doin 95 on the freeway 3 days,spent fuckin your bitch You could swing forever,ill be dodging the hits Forget your posse or clique,we the boondock saints And if your not onboard with that,you better walk the plank Extreme talent bitch,believe im built like a tank The king of this hill,hell i guess im sorta like hank You could say im propain,you took a shot but no gain 40 points in the first half,and ill ball the whole game Rolling out on these tracks,with finesse call it soul train In short my bars are, the equivalent of cocaine [Hook x2]
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