C - Lance - Alcapurrias lyrics

[Verse 1: Agallah] Ain't no one f**ing with Ag and Pistol Paz 'Bout to spaz with the boys like Alcatraz Word to Sean, 'bout to kick a bone up out your a** The rap sh** could do better off without your a** I'm not a rap fan, but I smoke the Afghan Stand like the last man, cats need a CAT scan Brain need a transplant, stupid f**, hashtag You the type to wash your face with an a** rag k** co*kroach rappers like a black flag Or make [?] as bombs in Baghdad Put your soul on ice too, Ras Ka** It ain't funny when Ag with the last laugh You eat bath salts, I do salt baths [?], all you do is talk trash [?], black from Puerto Rico [?], big shout from the east coast [Verse 2: Demoz] Turn me all the way up, high as f** The industry not high enough You eye in eye with the [?], but there ain't no "I" in "Us" See, Hov one of my favorites, I ain't trying to bust Same way I'm unsigned, guess I ain't try enough Vinnie stalk you like an Audi coming, Maserati Body something, I'm dutching the lobby Probably with shotties busting You hard like boiled an egg or [?], get shot like photos Heavy metal Glock in my photo n***a, we'll rock and roll you Off the bridge, you don't want no drama I'mma catch you in the Bahamas and put your brain on your baby mama Now we can talk about mills when I'm finished Hennessy was a popular drink and it still is I'm 'bout to turn these f*ggot n***as into mannequins It don't even matter why I'm mad again k** him at the Vatican He a square? k** him at the Madison Garden Like a motherf**ing Spartan cause I'm panicking n***a [Verse 3: Vinnie Paz] A muhf**er stupid if he think life fair She waiting from a dream and seeing me is a nightmare The chopper gon' lift this dummy out of his Nike Airs Muhf**er see black mirrors and white bears You see this is life here, take this advice here You witnessing the second crucifixion of Christ here I'm 'bout to catch a homi when I dim all the lights here The bullets travel fast, but it feel like a light year I came straight from Hell with a pitch black force With a black pitch fork and a pitch black horse Yous a baby fool dude and your sh**'s that soft I'm the bang, bang, body bag, click-clack boss It's dark here, Philly don't bother with street lights McLaren F1's move faster than street bikes It's peace to the OG, give me the green light I slap the ghost out of anybody who pre-hype