With zero guilt I step into a booth to commit assassinations like John Wilkes
With zero guilt I step into a booth to commit assassinations like John Wilkes
Top-level presidential emcees couldn’t beat me if they cheated like Trump on SATs
It's gonna take a lot of cats to scratch out my crew
See I hold the belt like a mother about to beat her seed for sneaking in past curfew
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
brains get busted gutted mind fucked how high you gotta be to skulled thru ya eye sockets don't know how i rock it
call me a zombie because i rob brain's so i don't gotta dig graves
I'm type ill mentally Amityville horror
Physically murder emcee's then bring em back in an animated series like Dora the explorer
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Heads burn worse than testicles with clamidia infection
Destroying mobs like Sammy the Bull's murder confessions
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
slash minds like shorty slashing ya tires that's just entanglements 4 ya
Masses of emcees’ bars are out of business but it has nothin’ to do with coronavirus
fight for the fallen, get ballin' if you got corona i don't want no lemon or lime just stand 6 feet away from me
It doesn't take a genius to know I win duel of the iron mic
I'm the hip hop pro while my foes are prototypes
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
back in black i got more lightning than any highlander
i'm raiden to your ninja gaiden get faded like paint drying without being primed
good guy bad guy no in-between guy
Customary gun salute artillery of burials at Arlington National Cemetery
i take pride in everything i do like inuyasha protecting kagome
My flow is vividly large lyrical Ray blind em like Charles
I Confederate flag these niggas and make em see stars
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
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