[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

The murder hadn't occurred to me, burgundy wasn't burgundy

Purposely earth to me like a virgin had given birth to me

It's irking me that you would consider uttering words to me

Nervously urging me to keep killing and killing perfectly

Certainly third degree burns followed by having surgery

When he deferred to me, he was poisoned by drinking mercury

Hurdling over things that are currently in my periphery

It's all a blur to me, I was never sensing the urgency

Never sensing emergency, never sensing the thrill

Never sensing the certainty, never searching the kill

Was never searching, everything was done in the name of wicked

The brother's name was indifferent, the hunger pain wasn't lifted

That was Satan, black wings and a man made pedestal

The only fucking rapper could see me is my identical

Another story, another chapter, another parable

I missed making music with Stoupe, cause he incredible

"God is the 777"

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

Vocally none of y'all are approaching me or come close to me

Hopefully you're aware that you only holding my groceries

Openly holding the only opening in the hope to me

Provoking me is only gonna result in a choking spree

Supposedly I was sent by holiness, it's unknown to me

Loaning me Book of Law without Aleister Crowley owning me

Globally doing things that you only could dream of locally

I son you motherfuckers like you was peddling dope for me

The guns is always with me so I would never feel lonely

Combine it with the fact that I'm irresponsible socially

Supposed to be the art of the mechanism of action

Embezzlement of the fraction, the pessimism of passion

It had to be the psyche and the cunning of the Assassin

The tongue will give you a lashing like Punisher when he's rapping

I bludgeon you just for asking where the other fucking rapper is

Chopping bodies up and mail 'em out in several packages

"God is the 777"