| Throw you outta your whip |
| Motherfucker, I’ma dip |
| Won’t skip |
| When I’m jogging with jagan |
| Right through your crib |
| Get a grip |
| 'Cause I’m ripping the fabric into your mind |
| Got my third eye aligned |
| With the dragon of the black fire |
| I can see your trepidation |
| Heart racing |
| Go take a breath |
| Devastation to go medicate |
| Emanates all the lead |
| I be picking up the pen |
| And the paper to bring your end |
| I’ma detonate |
| Regenerate gotta m on my head |
| Couple in the bank |
| Same cage white sage |
| Black rage out the cage |
| No more monochrome |
| I was running out of time |
| But I opened up my eyes |
| And the color came to life |
| Now I gotta home |
| Collar bones getting blown |
| With the chopper |
| Make a gnome out a clone |
| Now they standing 3 foot 4 |
| It’s the prime time killa |
| And the Grey Gorilla |
| And we breaking through the front |
| And the back door |
| Knock a motherfucker down |
| Stop him in his tracks |
| Grabbed the mask in the tomb |
| Barry bond |
| Motherfuckers with a spiked bat |
| Hard nine left flat |
| Mossberg pump back |
| Bringing that Uzi |
| 'Cause you on the wrong side of the tracks |
| I will demolish |
| And leave you in puddles of blood |
| And enough of emotions |
| They soft as they come |
| Leave no descendants |
| I’ll toe-tag a bitch |
| As I leave you in crumbs |
| Never say, «Hi» |
| 'Cause you could never be safe |
| Commit to my word |
| And the evil you’ll face |
| We’ll take you down under |
| Where demons embrace |
| They’ll leave you in terror |
| And shake up your faith |
| Angels begin to fall |
| I hit 'em with lightning |
| 'Cause bitch, I’m the ruthless |
| Cry |
| But there is no god |
| You scream out your prayers |
| But bitch, it is useless |
| Bringing that famine |
| I’ma bring that smoke |
| Cook a motherfucker |
| Like salmon like roe ho |
| Caught another body |
| Now they tagging that toe |
| Bringing all the metal |
| With the star like Joe |
| Big gete with the cannon |
| Now another boutta see |
| How I go and light the block |
| And your family tree |
| With the nen out my finger |
| I’m pulling a frank |
| They afraid of the troupe |
| I got the fish out of the tank |
| Bodies go missing |
| The |
| is tripping |
| The corpses have just risen |
| Amongst all your living |
| Murder the mission |
| Bring it to fruition |
| I’m taking a piss |
| Where your name has been written |
| Two gunshots |
| Leave another braindead |
| Pull up to his fucking block |
| Paint the motherfucker red |
| Get 'em fed |
| With that fucking lead |
| Like a bird to bread |
| Bringing dread |
| With that 12 gauge |
| I’m pulling the threads |