[Hook]
This mic! My mic! Is a Bone Tomahawk!
Throw'n a Hatchet-Axe at the Devil's neck!
This double sided Fiery Sword!
Is a Warriors Blade! & its always!
Swing'n a pendulum guillotine! When I spit!
As if I just jumped up in the Gunnys chair!
& let the twin Laser 50 cal glocken shit peel lagas rip!
Rest & Reflect within this Perfection!
Or just go full rigor-mortus just step'n in!
My pistolas set trip'n smoke!
Bang-Bang! x10
[Verse 1]
Shit All I've ever dream is cream'n Liberty directly in the face & by far by the second bar I'ma have all man act'n harder than when I used to roll all black on black thru Alleyway after Alleyway
Hells still a hell of a ways away & I still gotta put this hot lead hicky maker Up against
Unc Sam's face & the devil's neck & make em hit! (Bang-Bang x5)
All eye really gotta do is hit play back & re-formulate sum new shit so these aren't just Verses & Hooks
Just run these bixes back in Reverse & yule learn about this Blessed-Cursed-Cure
& its sort of sum thin like taking an unhealthy liking to death as if I was just chasing Destiny & tryna re-arrange its Fate! (Brr-Brr! x5)
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[Verse 2]
Hold up! Holing up in sum unholy rabid rabbits hunny bunny Reminds me of the deep state deep space dark matter black asshole chasers & yer gunna need moe than 1 after these shots I'm be hella way moe than aim'n at just the U-N WEF or WHO!
Who knew these gatling sabers would slice so deep Shit this is just the surface & once this books publicly opened it will be the greatest open season
Choke on this salty as fuck Hook nukas! (Bang-Bang! x10)
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[Verse 3]
Who the fuck said I gotta ever be nice kind or slide any 1 of these weak ass punk mother fuck'n dudes who harbor demons a pass?!
I look at all U motherfuckers like the crooked rooks U all are Who deserve the Ultimate
Universal Cosmic jook move & yeah bixes eye Ben moved on up & so far beyond fuck yes!
I cackle like a motherfucker just re-en-Visioning the end & all U nukas will be swerve'n when U here this nerve
Severed from the womb so each of these syllables are the Booms of the Bombs
I'ma be drop'n on all yo front fuck'n lawns
Now watch yo motherfuck'n steps whenever I Yawn
Roar or Set Trip'n Trig-fFng Step! (Brr-Brr! x10)
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