[Verse 1: Gore Elohim]
See I was taught to hate life, extort and take lives
Grave sites lobotimized with ancient stake knives
I pull the trigger, no heistation, no stage fright
Heavy amunition, got ? for snake bites
Smoke your whole projects out, Jimmy Snuka you motherf**ers
? pulling objects out
Let's have a toast, I'm the Mexican omen, I'm so focused
I'll slit your throat, I'm the goast of Lamar Coleman
My composition is tripple sixes, it's Gore's Law
I'm leaving motherf**ers dead under walls and floorboards
My whole life's uncalled for
Give me a reason to go off in public I flood it with C4
Maybe more for maximum carnage
Fly to Libya, k**ers hidden in back of compartments
My project was 36 appartments building
If we didn't know you, you'd be getting hit right for your starter
L-train need some bloody cloth, chilling with some face carvers
I'm in the Gucci link, grey jeans and great bama?
Sympathetic judges like my carats
Wether polo, rugby, nihilist jackets with fly patches
? arson throughout my adult life, my cult life
Visions of 63rd precinct breezing through gun fights
I'm on point, like an overdose of insulin
I hit the drug twice, see you talking but nothing's triggering
We can sound it out, we can battle it out
You want beef? I got a farm, f*ggot, I can bring the cattle out
The Arafat flow, I can show you decadance
I got a wall in the projects that's stacked with dead presidents
When I'm gone they mourn me like Tookie, when they're flipping switches
I'm up in District 9, Raiders cap, like rags to riches
Defy me I'm like highly enriched uranium
My cult guaranteed all black to fill stadiums
I'm all all American like 19 hijackers
The Supercoven selling out white to line backers
We die now, baby Bugattis and crime captains
Ready to die rappers, I cut you for side-cabbage
[Hook]
I'm selling Asians morphine to better prices
They can take it back to the restaurant and triple price it
I bought it cop with six bundles and no license
I sell a pregnant fiend dope - we in the crisis
[Verse 2: Gore Elohim]
Going heavy, like that rape scene with Noodles
From Once Upon a Time in America, when we became goons
I sold narcotics on school grounds to pay cable
From taking errands for made k**ers to plate tables
Lucifarians on c**aine rock tours
Who's stopping me? Hashem programmed, tell me to pop off
Got 20 lookouts, my whole building'll get you knocked off
Mobbing the ?, my kerosene lethal, best in New York, f**er
Higher gun sales and paranoia, I'm up in court
My Chevy Dually roll over motherf**ers for sport
Blood farmers return, Paula Abdul pills and mood k**ers
Get ya buck-fifty a new face, like Bruce Jenner
[Hook x2]