[Intro]

Warning signs of Satanic behavior may be apparent

Such as;

A sudden bitterly antagonistic attitude towards family, and religion

A drastic decline in academic performance

A reclusive behavior pattern, and listening exclusively to Heavy Metal Rock music, almost to the point of addiction

When one or more of these warning signs are evident, you should look further for ritual items, such as a pentagram or other Satanic symbols, black or red rose, a decorative dagger or knife, a chalice or goblet, black candles, a personal diary with a black cover which is called a Book of Shadows, and copies of publications, such as the Satanic Bible and the Satanic Rituals, and possibly, a small makeshift altar

If you discover items such as these, experts advise that you contact your local law enforcement agency, at once (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]

This is Boxcutter business, this is blade in the hand

I’m pulling rank on you, muhfuckas, chain of command

This Moroccan feds, akhi, this is granules of sand

This is made of pure linen, this is ancient Iran

Notre-Dame sign, Quasimodo and shit

The magazine empty out, I’m reloadin' the shit

It was no fair, I was tryna live in denial

Mama scared, I ain’t goin' to her crib for a while

This the Master Builder, this the Yamisaki

Have a bunch of hitters clap you from the Kawasaki

He pookie givin' footage to D's

That’s what happen when you can’t see the wood for the trees

A couple rounds popped into his visage

How can an unpolished mirror reflect an image?

It’s always motion, action and devotion

And you ain’t thinkin', homie, you reactin' off emotion

[Chorus: Chinaski Black]

Put your vest on

Little homie, put your vest on

Put your vest on

I'ma shooter, motherfucker, put your vest on

Put your vest on

I got bullets for you, partner, put your vest on

Yo, put your vest on

[Verse 2: Vinnie Paz]

The maiden bathin' in a clear pool of fresh water

This the Hierophant’s Chalice, this the next slaughter

Perpendicular of the pyramid dress altar

I was taught the Brazen Bull is the best torture

If it ain’t one thing, it’s another

And I don’t wait for motion, I’m a different muhfucka

Fools die, Mario Puzo

They slumped him like Angelo Bruno

He saw the Iron Ages like a Canaanite

It’s bags of trees here, vegetation height

You say my name, I’m fucking you up

Y’all are clout-chasin', homie, and enough is enough

Gun brawls, hand-to-hand, homie, it's whatever

It's talking and it's action, and nobody live forever

So get yourself a blicky and chill

Or the ox is coming out, buck 50 his grill

Toma!

[Chorus: Chinaski Black]

Put your vest on

Little homie, put your vest on

Put your vest on

I'ma shooter, motherfucker, put your vest on

Put your vest on

I got bullets for you, partner, put your vest on

Yo, put your vest on