come flying out the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun four, points scored I'm VILLY ON ME A SLEAZE Superly this earth shit is next and, I'm burning it down When I look around it, ain't no fucking heroes in town I don't work for that Devil shit We kicked him out of Hell We overthrew him stabbed, him with a cross And so it's ours we, freed everybody Now bones or not they, headed back to they bodies They do the splits like Prince And shoot rattlesnakes out my fucking fingertips I make the sky red with cracks in it Give on top of the tallest building in the city Like I did it I'm, a Soopa Villain I got the whole world in my palm I'm about to bite it fucking, eat it til it's gone Call wicked with the black magic staff) No we take it we ain't giving it back) (Esham) cock the hammer like the mighty Tho or..This took down your high scora' Lyrical dictator like Fidel Castro Quick to blast four more po-po then the time before Soopa Villain make a killing Multi-killionaire skins back lear, jet black Take off touchdown, on a remote air strip Hundred round clips laser, beam Uzi, bitch Turbo a monster grip on the planet This madness you can't understand it Its take over the world exactly how I planned it The coach who told the quarterback the play and he ran it Touchdown 7, the, mack 11 sprayed 7 And jam but, still I got enough explosives in the place to blam With the matrix in your face Here to take over the world with the Soopa Villains (Chorus wicked with the black magic staff) No we take it we ain't giving it back) (Anybody ain't your land bitch it's, ours so, I guess we taking over Pistol packing gun, clapping making, warm bodies colder Look over your shoulder can, you see my face Is? there somewhere else you'd rather be then up in this place Well? you can't so, just face it The world's about to change Go to sleep and pray to God that you wake up again Do you see the sun light slowly fade away Day? after day you erase your pain Ain't it super that these villains are finally taking over As? these haters keep on hating all these real ones ask for more Ain't it silly that every time I light up a Philly Everything I never understood becomes more clearly If? you can't you need to smoke look, at the Earth from a distance Take a big fucking hit for every time that you witness Some fucking heartache and pain going, through hard times A mothafucka just like me about to take what's mine We wicked with the black magic staff) No we take it we ain't giving it back) More from Insane Clown Posse