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..... Kill all of these rappers, homie, it's too ill I am in the Matrix but never takin' the blue pill From Son of Sam town If they ain't got the ratchet, get a hatchet or gas the car to run a man down Not a camera but a hammer so run with the [?] round 'Cause you don't stand there when they gunnin' a man down Unless you the clown that came to catch the spare round If you pull it then you know how a bullet through air sound Sicker than sickin' a dog on a sick man Shoot it out with all of these rappers, not have shit planned Put five in the startin' five, six in the sixth man Whoever come off of the bench is gettin' drenched Beat his face to a dent like I was Raid or IP man The Ghost back, this them old raps in a new me But new me is older than the old me Which would make the new me retarded See your face and I blow heat, Ghost, nigga ..... Wanna meet up with the Reaper? I'll introduce you to him Set me on a blind date once, I hit Medusa for 'em Wise man can see that a peasant has a king in 'em Dance wit' the devil but never for you to sing wit' 'em SongtexteRun wit' a demon but never for you to cling to 'em See the angle, all of the angels ain't got wings to 'em Me? I go black when they challenge my G I blow my soul out the challenge tryna balance my chi Channel my rage or it's Animal P Yeah, he plant-based but he could lead this room on a cannibal steez You ain't fuckin' with the Phantom, you see If you don't, 'cause I knocked your eyes out for your family to see, yeah! [?] Wack rappers shouldn't be breathin', at least not a rhyme Fuck about your set, my nigga, throw up a dollar sign Five niggas, ten guns, right up in the Impala ride Playin' Spotify, tryna spot a guy, then a shot'll fly All twenty in them shits, yeah, it's homicide You can get the picture, bitch, I ain't got to dramatize I ain't take drama class, askin' where the [?] at Hash in it, askin' shit like, "where his baby momma at?" My hood, it get terrible And the wrong territory leads to a burial Fucked up scenario Back on that shit, loadin' up, yeah, here we go Comin' through the strip, niggas skip, like, there they go Air hose and everything we pack, we prepared to go war like it's overseas Kill 'em if it's over cheese or principles You tried to violate what I oversee Stick 'em like a [?] with a hawk, watch 'em over-bleed [?] Aus Songtexte Mania