[Bushwick Bill]
 Yo! Bushwick Bill in the mothafucking house...69 Vill straight
 mobbing...
 Tru Black got my back...Lil J...5th Ward Texas...Wait till they get a
 load of me...

 Ooh shit  I woke up on the wrong side of bed today
 Looking for some homo sapiens to slay
 Lost in panic thoughts  frantic killings constantly  now I'm sort wanted
 But I give a fuck  fool  I'm the hunter not the hunted
 Bushwick's the name, Geto Boy executioner
 Terminator, murder revolutioner
 Street stalker cause of a metamorphosis
 Late night rapes, bodies found in the forest
 No clues left behind, a fool from the dark side
 Continious killings, many unsolved homicides
 No ordinary kid got a top of no ?????
 Kidnapped his kid like permanently dispossessed
 The controversy falls around Bushwick the axer
 Command plan slayings with no floss...
 When death knocks on your door
 And wants to come in, time to pay up, mothafuckas
 These are the wages of sin...

 Yo, Vell, tell these niggas what the wages of sin is out here in
 Oaktown...
 69 Vill in the house...

 [Vell]
 I've been stairing to death ever since I was a youth
 The wages of sin never said I was bullet proof
 Cause I'm a killer, no doubt, so don't front
 I get visions of niggas being shipped to a morgue truck
 I get specific when I go on a mission
 I get straight to the point like the head of Coalition, decisions...
 Always make me for a blast a mothafucka
 Boom ,boom, boom, anotha...
 Brotha put to sleep real quick cause I don't play
 I do this shit for many hours a day, so hey!
 So visualize the fact: I'm too swift
 I'm down with young Seag, Bushwick and Ganksta Nip
 So in this battle, bitch, you won't never win
 These are the wages of sin...

 Think about it, mothafucka, and listen up to my partner from South
 Park...
 Ganksta Nip, kick some of that psychotic shit for their asses...

 [Ganksta Nip]
 Psychotic thoughts, vision dead in my head
 Bloooood from a bulldog's left leg
 Terribly crazy, take none from a bitch
 Satanic switch left 2 dead in the ditch
 Mental illusions, spirit blood better be it
 If I see a dead head my first mind is to eat it
 A killing in hotel makes the Devil shout
 A human checks in but a corpse checks out
 A Lyrical wizard, rhyme skills like a mad witch
 Arms, legs, hmmmm, a society sandwich
 Man from Atlantis doing South Park crimes
 Every other day Triple-6 dies 50 times
 1 plus 1 equals two legs and a hat
 2 plus 2 equals 4 heads on a black cat
 Savage beast with no meat in my chin
 Death is the wages of sin, bitch...

 Now we comes to the mothafucking pay off...
 My nigga Seag is the Devil so Devil speak...

 [Seagram]
 Deranged thoughts fill my head as I lay in bed
 Satanic killings brings misery and dread
 Pentagram symbol printed in my right palm
 Silence is wisdom and sane but I remain calm
 Mental ????? ????? ????? ????? ?????
 Chained down in my basement for a pathophysical torture
 Caucasians and asians are joining my concentration
 Satan persuaded outstanding termination...
 For moding path, sacraficing souls, swinging bold with an axe
 I attempt to apprehend but she was cautious
 Late walks and stalks leaves the murders often
 Killed the person, stabbed from my hellbound pitchfork
 Walked on the path of Satan, come on and come forth
 What's ya began? You are my sin but to comprehend...
 You are counted for your actions, the wages of sin...

 [Bushwick Bill]
 Listen up my brothas and sistas...Look, listen, observ...
 We are all out here working hard under the sun...
 Trying to make it the best way we know how but all we working is towards
 death...
 And these are the wages of sin