Lyrics:

This is the night I'm burning you alive
Right here and no one will hear your cries of fear
This is the night where I'm sure of your demise in my head
And I will be here to watch you die in fear

Live your life by a prayer, are you there, and do you care?
And I don't care

(Verse 1: Block McCloud)

You either a mark or a killer, me I'm as sharp as a splinter
As cold and harsh as the winters in the heart of December
My limericks ain't hard to remember but harder to figure
I leave your carcass disfigured, dismembered then carve out your liver
And vital organs, rigor mortis, your corpse is
Niggas hard to record this
I'm thought-provoking with the logic of Vulcans
I'm not into sulking but soaking the bitch
I'm at sea with the sharks in the moat
And see if his princess carcass can float
Hearts will get broke, haunted by ghosts
The same old G in this game homie
Still bringing the pain like Sugar Shane Mosley
And you will light a candle to say a prayer
And cry in fear but you still die and I won't care

(Verse 2: Doap Nixon)

Ain't nobody dope as me
Unless you find him in the ill AOTP
So let the sensimilla no seeds, purple hairs blow
His ass in the tuck let him die for the weirdos
Shake makes a lot so he's letting his beard grow
His father gave his lessons over eighty-four years old
You can't out-slick a fox with his own tricks
The barrel got spit same time that the chrome kicks
Your block's hurting, niggas hoping to score soon
Fighting a case on Facebook and the courtroom
Can't provide a dozen so we gonna need more room
Faggots still bugging so they wanna need more tombs

(Verse 3: Vinnie Paz)

The more you sweat in peace time the less you bleed in war
I'm strapped with the four-pound cocked at the demon's door
I ain't trying to talk it out, it ain't peace at all
I just pull them four-fours out when the Reaper call
Osama Vin Laden been rotten, walking strong
I'm hitting harder and smarter than a Sri Lankan bomb
I'm still using the weaponry that I copped at Nam
I'm still using telepathy from the father's bond
It's wild hard to explain what I do to rats
The hollow tips will have y'all dancing like Scoob and Scrap
Fuck a fair one, I let the Ruger clap
Now you rock an eyepatch like Ricky the Ruler's back

(Verse 4: Planetary)

It's hot in the winter, cold in the summer, nigga the slumber
Overpower the thunder clap, y'all niggas going under
I cover the fort, hold down the team for sport
We need dope so Nixon get the fuck out of court
Yo block, we need the block sewed up and locked
Tell Maserati to shut down, the city is hot
Paz got the Glock, Planetary don't stop
And ? and a malfunction, dungeon to rot
I'm something to watch, sort of like American Idol
I'm sheisty, that's why I never swear on the Bible
I came to heal the sick and raise the dead
Cast out all the demons and introduce the plague