Viberian Son [Pt. II]

Let this serve as a warning To all y'all out there who is In charge of these little people Kill the young ones It's not the same like when we was growing up Used to get a whooping and Then everything would be good You'd get back in line These are divine beings Here to usher in the new era, a new age So if it gonna work You need to reason with these beings Talk to them, let them know what's going on They are unique, angelic beings So enter at your own risk If you wanna hit them with Sticks like they baby goats Kids, call 'em kids And rile them up and corral them It ain't gonna work Stop running through the fucking house Stop running through the motherfucking house Stop running through the fucking house, yo Lava rock disc jock Talk million dollar crack rock Opposition - not whole block watch my swat Gimme got thoughts that jock Well sought after, rise like astronauts Tell negros they ain't half as hot Tell the Beatles the negros is where They took half they plot Young Diesel, I'm master, watch How black people flip and bounce Anything and smash on y'all Buttermilk biscuit's, this test is clear Y'all already know DOOM one of The best there is i confess, I did The best made me speak crazy Out the side of my neck about the BET lady The Caribbean chick before they started Playing "gimme the hit's" Any symbiant been in the abyss Indigestion disintegrate real quick Real spit illuminati knew we wylin' With stupid violence So most of these fools choose silence While we move mountains and chew diamonds Like groove pirates on our new island Just commandeered It's not wrong, it's weird Sing along and cheer This your song of the year Survivor series underground million language Combined with mercury Viable first degree maniacal verb Velocity tossed hands free Dangling about your city Batman's memory - photographic, but chilling Haunt you with visual density Illustrated word weaponry step to me Like Big Daddy