(Intro)
Danger! B-Bandits, Nigga!
Yeah, Harlem to Chicago to L.A. to Toronto... Philly... Mothafuckin' Rio DeJaneiro, nigga. Cape Town, South Africa.

(Verse 1)
I never make songs to disrespect women
or to judge people about the way that they livin
but the way I am is based on the life i was given
like them white boys, "Losing my Religion"
I used to be a Christian and a political pawn
"the Bible is right and all your native culture is wrong"
Next thing you know, you telling me bout makin a song, come in the studio, and tell me that i'm makin it wrong
pissed off cause reality is makin it strong, like the ghost of Timothy McVeigh, makin a bomb
Ayo, Marvin Gaye, what the fuck is goin on?
These rap niggas made propaganda outta ya song
But its the gong show, amateur night at the Apollo
My dick is like my music but harder to swallow
so children follow me like the pied piper
and sing the chorus in the air with ya blood in ya lighter

(Hook)
You played yourself thinkin you down with me
I end ya life, nigga, don't fuck around with me
and if you kids can't listen then you bound to see
the way you get shot for crossing the boundary
x2

(Verse 2)
The second verse is worst than the first in this respect,
scripted specifically to keep people in check
Harlem to Boston, real niggas spit with me, but
LandSpeed, you ain't fuckin shit to me
and underground labels know that I don't trust you
you only independent til u major so fuck you
and if you're pissed off, cause you think that I dissed you,
I'll rape ya mom so we can make this a personal issue
Dance with the Devil
remember thatcha not on my level, stupid ya not ready
I won Decipher, Braggin' Rights, and RockSteady and practically, every battle that they got in New York
and I still murder rappers on the street for sport
Dr. Guillotine cuttin you short, little man
but you don't give me props cause i never won at Skribble Jam?
Well Fuck you, I hope someone you love dies so fuck your crew, and fuck your family too. Technique said it, bitch, what the fuck you gon' do?!

(Hook)

(Verse 3)
Immortal Technique incinerate degenerate fags
burn Trent Lott wrapped in his confederate flag
I got the baretta, with my face wrapped in a rag
so put the african slave jewelry in the bag
Mothafucka's tell me that a diamond is forever
but is it worth the blood of malcolm and metga evers?
House niggas getcha head severed tryin to be thug
you don't concern me, im tryin'a hurt the people you love.
word of mouth is im in the club bein sneaky
im like the body snatchers and ya girl is gettin sleepy
I'll murder you indiscretely right at the source
like the roman legionaire that stabbed christ on the cross
this is about you though, it ain't about jesus, and you shouldn't fuckin talk about telekinesis;
nigga, please! movin shit with ya mind, try movin ya moms out the projects with ya rhymes and next time, i'm comin after qual quiera
profanity, fuckin carajo malita mierrda
roll up a llerrba y pastala parali scierrda
put the price up to listen to me pop shit
cause i got martha stewart givin me stock tips
underground money with honeys up in tha whip, bangbus.com nigga, fuckin ya bitch!