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Verse 1 Primal
Checkmate mother fucker, Primals after the throne/
Fuck beef in the streets, I turn your hood to a battle zone/
Last thing you see before you get your cap blown/
A picture of your kids and a map of your home/
Better pray that Gods listening when the macs to your dome/
Ending lives of mother fucker, I aint fracturing bones/
Target Catholics in Rome and people sitting at gay bars/
Stealth bomber shit, aint a blip on the radar/
Empty clips into bank guards, hostages bound/
Treat your city like a prison when Im locking it down/
Cause a fucking power outage when Im stomping the ground/
And all you hear is shots fired, officer down/
I aint fucking around son, rappers get stepped on/
Leaving stars spinning round your head like electrons/
Roll with weapons drawn so dont step to me cousin/
This heavy metal eruptionll fucking end the discussion/
Hook
This is hard core shit, we take aim and cock back
Hard core shit get ready for combat
Ghost Town runs the underground theres no way stop that
This is hard core, this that kill a cop rap
Verse 2 - Primal
Welcome to Hell Harbour son, meet the villainous one/
Repping the fucking dark side and Im as real as they come/
Morse and Weapon behind me your chances million to one/
Feeling like killing spilling fluid like Attila the Hun/
You having flashbacks a life when Im seeping your breath/
Throw a punch and leave my wrist fist deep in your chest/
The creeping death twist your neck, handle business the murder way/
I cackle at the crackle when I sever your vertebrae/
Swoop like birds of prey, leave you faggots shell-shocked/
From the street to the country to the mother fucking cell block/
Im a hound, self-taught to smell cops/
Moving more mother fucking bags than a bell hop/
The gat's on the shelf top, the loots in the suitcase/
Im two-faced, I smile then twist your cap like toothpaste/
Got my boots laced in the streets where I move weight/
You mother fucking fruitcakes is too shook to shoot straight/