Talk about a murdered n***a
A fresh body
A fresh Hondy, holmes,
Come try me!
And roll back time
He call posted in the lobby
Looking like a dope dealer from the 90'
The last of a dead breed, hommie,
You can't find these!
Old n***as step back
Awe and behold, n***a!
Then a**umption with flaw fault, n***as
High beam vision
With the precision of German engineering
I'm on the auto pilot tryna test the steering
In spite of the wrath of God
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What I sent in hearing
Stop fearing the Boogie-Man's returning grace
Make his claim on the throne like it's
His rightful place
Poker face, and I'm holding all smoking Aces
Hold the pot and I'm gone with no known traces
I'd embrace the scene if we was all great
But this ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race
So I got them many arsenal stockpile
Talk wild, I'm away to the Donner south
Blood spills, I do it well, and get the chills
I've been zipping body bags since training days
A history of violence where the k**ers yield
And the voice is saying k** the wheel
I got this corpse with the casket, I bet he's warm 'till the next meal
So it's all downhill moving to the team
Getting steam rolled, getting all the way of these screams
From the haters. Got a nice ring to it
I guess every superk**er need his theme music
No one man should have this many victims
I'm sentenced to d**h sentence with no symptoms
Send them to the d**h sentence!