Slow March to the Burial

[Intro]
His name is Brian
Along with sixteen other mentally ill children, he's on a bus trip to the zoo Brian believes that somebody is following him

[Verse 1: Ransom]
Yeah, so many niggas get scared off
A rare boss, I'm able to spare your life for a mere cause
Smirnoff, you so stains of blood can be smeared off
A wild brute shattering ribcages with sheer force
Naked in the jungle, I'm fightin' bear but the bear lost
Skin' em for his fur, got a necklace made out of bear claws
Yeah, and they just prayin' it wear off
Magic with a ballpoint, they don't gеt it, it's their loss
You ain't gotta fight with it, I spill the blood of Jesus and writе with it
Now every verse I utter got Christ in it
That's why I never like critics, they think I'm rappin', I breathe life in it
'Cause I'm not a rapper, I'm just nice with it (Yes!)
Born with a bad agenda, Jersey and Philly
Duffle and Pazienza, dirty and gritty
Crushing, you're badly injured
You say you ain't fit for a coffin, niggas will gladly bend ya
Stuff 'em in the box and inform his son that his daddy's tender

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]
I got a mop that'll go through y'all
Pistol grip pump to guard and it's Joe Dumars
I heard it was disciples, they bangin' over with two-fours
And sixty-nine eyes and a bomb inside of a U-HAUL
I hit a lick on the fifth shipment
The one that told on you your brother, it hit different
You said it's mine but it just isn't
The G36 burn the block with my ignition
Abu got the purple from the rasta
Dalessandro basic beer real perfect with the pasta
The chopper out, every single bone get hit
Empty a clip, clap you, I'm reloadin' this shit
This a Rambo, homie, every throat'll get slit
This is Columbine, modified soldiers and shit
Samson and Apollonius, comparisons are odious
Fuck outta here!