Amen, amen, amen

(Hah)

I′m comin' straight outta John 10

Crazy motherfucker named Sly deSilva

From the country built on genocide of Native people

From that country where the rich eat the poor people

Star-Spangled Banner wavin′ out the Porsche window

I get it lit like a cross in Alabama

Tote the blammer like Son of Sam

And ran up on your Congressman in the suit, tie and the bandana

Told him pass the bill or his body on the Channel 6 News cameras

I could never be reprimanded

Black Air Force 1s, kickin' it with the mandem

Judges, prosecutors, business leaders, the president

Fuck with the set, we come fo' yo′ neck like Jeffrey (Hah)

Gettin′ Epstein money, shout out to Bill Clinton

Bill Gates, stackin' bills, money in the fuckin′ bank

Fuckin' ′round with Sly, you gon' be deader than Billy Mays

Do it OxiClean, never leave a fuckin′ trace

All yo' leaders fake, they all up on the take

My puppets dance up on the stage (Hey)

They pray for the weak, I prey on the sheep

It's "fuck Jordan Belfort", baby

I′m the real Wolf of Wall Street

(Hah!)

But he that is an hireling, and not the shepherd

Whose own the sheep are not

Seeth the wolf coming and leaveth the sheep and fleeth

And the wolf catcheth them and scattereth the sheep

The hireling fleeth because he is an hireling

And careth not for the sheep

Another day, another terrorist action (Heh-ha)

Starin′ down the barrel of American fascism (Yeah)

The next mass shooter grabbed the gat from his room (Hah)

Click-clack-boom

They say the Second protects the First

Hope ya'll feel safer when my goons with

The ARs standin′ outside the votin' booths (Ha)

In that vocal booth

Gunfire in the air, hellfire in Pro Tools (Heh)

Triple six shit (Heh)

I′m at your door like a Jehovah's Witness

Takin′ care of business

I spit that sick shit, Tuskegee syphilis

Told your kids, pledge allegiance to the flag (Heh-ha)

Lord knows, I'm from that place that be scorchin'

Selfish to the core, I need the biggest portion

Corporations? Blue chip

Bullets got the blue tips

This is America, put that shit in the bag, bitch!

Fireworks so gorgeous

July 4th, rubbin′ shoulders with the Forbes list

Whip Ferraris and Porsches like it was Forza Motorsport

Immortal, sellin′ death like Phillip Morris

An enormous fortune, built on war and bloody corpses

Corporate extortion, still move bricks like JP Morgan

Still, the only rapper with an

Endorsement deal from Halliburton (Yeah)

Sly deSilva, late capital's corpus

My forces work enforcement for the Four Horsemen

Supportin′ foreign wars and forced abortions

They chant the fourteen words and wield the tiki torches

While I reap a fortune

The Michael Jordan of political horror

This the New World Order

Reporting live

Everything is normal and this is fine

This is Naomi Smith, for News Channel 6... (6... 6...)

Goodnight

I'm known by many names, I′m known by many faces (hehahaha)

Sly deSilva just the latest

Slither my way to the funds (Sssssss)

Speak with a forked tongue since Genesis 3:1

Now the serpent was more subtil than any beast of the field

Which the LORD God had made

And he said unto the woman

Yea, hath God said, ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden?

The snake, the rat, the cat, the dog

How you gon' see me when you livin′ in the fog

I was known as Damien in a past life

I hit the lick like DMX hit the crack pipe

Paint the stars and stripes

Pentagrams and blood stains in parallel lines

O say can you see by the dawn's early light?

Behold, a pale horse, rider grippin' the mic

Every verse I recite, the Dragon flow through the prose (Ha)

Rap like Baphomet on the beat, I′m the GOAT (Heh)

Hide the horns and the cloven feet ′til the shepherd count the sheep

The cousin of sleep, so stay woke

I'm the, most villainous, the most thrill killing-est

The most stealing money from the starving African children-est

The verse so hot might drone strike a village... (Hahahaha)

There was this kid in Iraq

12 years old, legs blown off

As he lay there dying he seen me creep through the fog

Somehow, he recognized me, I could tell so I paused

I slowly walked over, knelt down, as he coughed

He asked me why I did it, why the Devil don′t stop

I looked him in the eye and said, "I did it all for hip-hop"

Sly deSilva

Ghost Money

All American Villain, Volume One

(One, one, one)

One more thing

I only just started warming up Hades

Hell's not hot enough yet...

(Heheh-ha)

God Bless America, baby

(Amen)