Ghostface k**ah - Black Out lyrics

Yo, Kane, let's get 'em I'm talking blackout Put lives to a name, f** a tapout All in together, we gon' wipe 'em Wax in revenge mode, time for some action Yeah, relentless, murderous intentions The henchmen's garments is all black, [?] pimp this Caught up in my spell, smell exotic, blunt from different trees Black gloves, bullet's will fly when the 9's squeezed Ghost and [?] these, robbing the whole globe Black polo, hooded, with Gucci wheels with a nice grip So when the blood hit the floor, I won't slip Dynamic with my dial-up, you f*ggots is hog meat Crack your cranium like crab does if you cross me Raging bulllet of the bull, Mr. Kane is so raunchy d**h Row sh**, f** the lethal injection Execute him and chop up his body in sections Clean cut butcher knives X they're eyes out Nail 'em to a billboard Let 'em dry out Let me a show you a crime about 'em blowing your minds out If you ain't ready to throat a n***a then sign out Nickel plated 40's are blowing your spine out Old school Caddies with coke, come take a line out Stingin' n***as for they're j**els in they're stash house Snatch a n***a up by his bu*terfly, sing him a lullaby Closed casket, make sure his mother cry You f**in' woth grimy guys, tunes are suicidal And now we ain't homies, they call us the homicidal Get ready for the mayhem, just call it my arrival Bash him with a disco ball, it's the 70's Drop a set of the Daily News so they remember these Black ba*tards, ruthless k**ers Watch me thrill ya Party k**ers, we won't die Hard body b**h made cats is gonna fry Solidify we're champions, youngens we're bonafide Wanna swim with the sharks, be my guest, go take a dive The name of the game is Blood Sport You won't make it out alive I see what you trying for so give it up We terrorize sh**, Kane and Ghost, lit it up