Amputated Saint - DJ Muggs, Ill Bill, B-Real

I’m like a Viking in a submarine, or a Spartan with guns and beams

Muggs and me is like giving hard drugs to fiends

I be the cause of this prison riot, sworn to the Israelites

Torture you with kitchen knifes, scorch you in a pistol fight

I saw prophets tore from the fist of Christ

Propaganda brainwashes us to make us think their system’s right

I stick my finger in the dyke, plug the leak

While she sucked her teeth, look into the light, such is life

So when I hold the mic frighting day and night

Might catch a case, see you in my sights, let my heater make you change your

face

Make you change your ways, wishing you could change your days

The venom we spit cut your throat like a razor blade

They got hell to pay, me I got hell to raise

Looked death in the eye, he said you get a stellar gaze

He went on his way but he got stuck in the maze

Without any way to get out of this purple haze

Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint

Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is they faith

Activate the tape, calculate the weight

Single-handed with the cannon in their face

Evacuate the place, fallen angel, amputated saint

Trapped on a cannibal planet of hate, gang-related is they faith

Activate the tape, calculate the weight

Single-handed with the cannon in their face

Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke

Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over

But before the CIA come to take us away

Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze

Abandon all hope, buy more weapons and more coke

Build yourself a bunker under your house, it’s all over

But before the CIA come to take us away

Light up some OG kush and take us out in a blaze

I ate some brownies last week and I’ve been high for days

Should’ve known B-Real was the guy with the tray

Cheech and Chong spliff, twist up an entire eighth

It won’t freeze your nose, the shit’ll set fire to your face

We get higher in the place, still my eyes are clean

I’m the man in all black with the hashisheen

So many bags of green candy cars that lean

Got a crew so thick man we causing a scene

You tried to hit it the very moment I lit it

You shitted your pants, coughing out your lungs, bitch quit it

We got the greenery and the heavy machinery

And life don’t mean a thing to me, bitch enjoy the scenery