God Particle

Back to the hardcore! Back to the hardcore!

Back to the hardcore! Back to the hardcore!

Intelligent infinity, malevolent epitome

They consider me as the most

Deadly weapon from Italy

That'll include the Benelli

Semi-auto artillery

Literally cryogenically treated to

Be invisibly symphony slicker than sixty

Sicilianos from Sicily

Motherfuckers talkin' but never gonna

Do shit to me i'm about to set it

On motherfuckers officially

Rip they spine out and just put

'em out of they misery

No more mister nice guy

Everything maliciously

Who can stop me now you with

Luca Brasi where fishes be

It's impossible that you're righteous

Without the dignity

If it's a problem you motherfuckers

Can come and visit me

Super humanity gradually back from my galaxy

Burning them calories

I'm still yearnin' to earn a salary

The son of anarchy

I'm in court pleadin' insanity

Can it be all the panicking

And agony that's trappin' me?

Tragically introducin' you rappers

To tragedy happily ever after if after

Means you a casualty

Praise those who savagely

Sacrifice their reality

Bury bones and annually dig 'em up unhappily

Catch me

Flossin' dead in the center of gravity

Bonafide, a mix between Maxi

Priest and the Maccabees

My mentality, manipulatin' your mastery

The master

Disaster strikes whatever's in back of me

Playtime is over, daytime is over

The finest soldiers

Take nines from holsters

My only weapons: K-9s and Cobras

We diamond poachers, we take your shine

We some mind controllers

My rhyme is solar-flarin'

Airin' out the kind below us

You know Lois Lane - know my name

I'm throwin' flames at your

Brain like Ghost Rider my flow's tighter

I'm Blakey Griffin with an open lane

My foe is Bane, my flow is Betsy Ross off

The Zoloft: so insane

I'm over-trained in hand-to hand

And man-to man

My hammers land and can your fam

I'm a brutal rapper, you a Chutes & Ladders

Candyland emcee

I'm completely A-O T-P 'til the death

Esoteric zombie-killer takin' out

Whatever's left

You mad 'cause the army's here

Top to bottom army gear

Gunshots is all you hear

Death come to all who's near

We runnin' through the village killin'

Buildin' a regime

Heavy unstoppable, crown of thorns form

We ready

When playtime's over I'll take your

Mind back to the hardcore

When playtime's over I'll take your

Mind back to the hardcore

The God particle

Armageddon weapons in my arsenal

I'm the real deal

Fuck an Alex Jones article

Heart is arctic cold, my murders are nautical

Murk you in the murky depths

Where the screams aren't audible

Salutations, standing over the

Body salivatin'

Was kicked out of hell 'cause

I wouldn't bow to Satan

I'm the boss, I turn your albums off

I turn your brain to apple sauce

My wingspan is like an Albatross

Out the frost

Mouth spewing out exhaust out come the claws

Power force that could blow the

Tops of mountains off

Blow the head of cowards off

You'll get carried off

Y'all are soft as fairies

Buried in terrycloth

In '94 I dreamt of

Spreading Salt-n-Pepa's legs

But I was busy playin'

Dodgeball with severed heads

Conducting chaos with a chrome baton

So sound the smoke alarm

'Cause overall I broke your arms and

Kicked your ass with loafers on

Homeboy this HK settle wars i'm a dragon

You a faggot with a tape measure sword

Celph Titled is a motherfuckin' problem

With germs that are infectious

Attack like German Shepherds while

Acid dissolve 'em

I got the ratchet - I blast it

You got a ratchet

But you keep it in your jacket

Undercover brother on your album cover trying

To look like you crazy

When your theme song should be Aerosmith

"Dude (Looks Like a Lady) "

You mad 'cause the army's here

Top to bottom army gear

Gunshots is all you hear

Death come to all who's near

We're running through the village killing

Building a regime

Heavy unstoppable, crown of thorns form

We ready

When playtime's over I'll take your

Mind back to the hardcore

When playtime's over I'll take your

Mind back to the hardcore