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We all have now awaken this demon
Who's only mission is to kill while the victim is screaming
While their squirming in his semen
Later he'll be dreaming
About them as he's sleeping
No need for freaking
It'll be all ever soon after every greedy f*ck has been beaten
And their corpse has been eaten
And if your a greedy f*ck then you too will hear this demon creepin

I'm coming out the gates
I'm ready to wrestle with the Greats
Put the kettle on I'm about to burn down this sacred place
And bury with my golden shovel the body's that are burnt
These pussy's took a shot and hit me but f*ck it I ain't hurt
Now their teeth are resting
While I'm pressing them against the curb
The press is stressing
For my attention man do they ever have the nerve
To show up to my place and pace and paint me like I'm the first
Mother fucker to get angry and murder a fuckin verse
You never herd of me cuz I've been locked up and kicked with dirt
They took away the hip hop
And they slaved me to the work
But what these fucks got
Was a devil outburst
I broke away from their chains
And crushed their skulls into their brains
And ripped away their veins
In exchange
For my pains
You mother fuckers like to joke around and play games
Well mother fuckers now I got a good hold of these reins
Get prepared for this hurricane
To blow and shoot flames

I got my raps
I got the tracks
I got the rhythm
I got the flow
I took the trash
I got my gats
I feel the adrenaline
I got my dough
I got the looks
I got the act
I got my coat
I got my phone
I got the body bags baby I'm ready to fuckin go
I got my raps
I got the tracks
I got the rhythm
I got the flow
I took the trash
I got my gats
I feel the adrenaline
I got my dough
I got the looks
I got the act
I got my coat
I got my phone
I got the body bags baby I'm ready to fuckin go

They tell me I need to cool it
I'm gettin too low on coolant
If I continue to produce this heat then I will lose it
Do I look like I'm retarded I know your not a cupid
The only reason
For this treason
Is to keep my music muted
If you mother fuckers wanna keep from being wounded
Take your suited unit out before I dilute it
And leave them fuckin looted
This mind is too lucid
Your gonna have to stand behind the line stupid
And watch this superhuman
Rip apart your life and leave it ruined
Sharpen up a knife and get moving
And start proving
How much damage
One man can manage
While he's fully bandaged
Left abandoned and stranded
Is enough to start an ambush
I'm mad enough to murder in front of all cameras
Project all the cuts across a leather canvas
Too better understand this
Hip hop I didn't plan this
Life popped and then it vanished
Hip hop was fuckin planted

I got my raps
I got the tracks
I got the rhythm
I got the flow
I took the trash
I got my gats
I feel the adrenaline
I got my dough
I got the looks
I got the act
I got my coat
I got my phone
I got the body bags baby I'm ready to fuckin go
I got my raps
I got the tracks
I got the rhythm
I got the flow
I took the trash
I got my gats
I feel the adrenaline
I got my dough
I got the looks
I got the act
I got my coat
I got my phone
I got the body bags baby I'm ready to fuckin go

I have a temper that is fuming
As I walk into the room I'm
Consuming
Every mother fuckin thing that is moving
For everyone not moving
I'll be there looming
Patiently waiting for you to make your move then
I'll drag you to my booth and
Get you a nice cushion
Making sure your butts in
Go and grab my gun and
Beat you with the butt end
You think it's funny muffin
Fucker I ain't bluffing
Now let me show you something
Check out my pulse
It wants to crush skulls
Feel these fuckin balls as they bust through walls
The ones who stand tall
Will now feel small
They'll bow and they'll crawl
As I over power them all
I'm grabbing them over the counter
In their billion dollar tower
Beat them for an hour
And watch their blood shower
Watch these fucks in power
Squirm around like little cowards
As I strangle them to death while my music grows louder

I got my raps
I got the tracks
I got the rhythm
I got the flow
I took the trash
I got my gats
I feel the adrenaline
I got my dough
I got the looks
I got the act
I got my coat
I got my phone
I got the body bags baby I'm ready to fuckin go
I got my raps
I got the tracks
I got the rhythm
I got the flow
I took the trash
I got my gats
I feel the adrenaline
I got my dough
I got the looks
I got the act
I got my coat
I got my phone
I got the body bags baby I'm ready to fuckin go

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