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Verse 1
Checkmate mother fucker, Primals after the
Fuck beef in the streets, I turn your hood to a zone/
Last you see before you get your cap blown/
A of your kids and a map of your home/
Better pray that Gods listening when the to your dome/
Ending of mother fucker, I aint fracturing bones/
Target Catholics in Rome and sitting at gay bars/
Stealth bomber shit, aint a on the radar/
Empty clips into guards, hostages bound/
Treat your city like a when Im locking it down/
Cause a power outage when Im stomping the ground/
And all you is shots fired, officer down/
I aint fucking son, rappers get stepped on/
stars spinning round your head like electrons/
Roll with weapons drawn so step to me cousin/
This heavy metal eruptionll fucking end the

This is hard core shit, we aim and cock back
Hard core get ready for combat
Ghost Town runs the theres no way stop that
This is hard core, this kill a cop rap
Verse 2 -
Welcome to Hell Harbour son, meet the villainous
Repping the fucking dark and Im as real as they come/
Morse and Weapon behind me your million to one/
Feeling like killing fluid like Attila the Hun/
You having a life when Im seeping your breath/
Throw a punch and leave my wrist deep in your chest/
The creeping death twist your neck, handle the murder way/
I cackle at the crackle I sever your vertebrae/
Swoop like birds of prey, leave you shell-shocked/
From the street to the country to the fucking cell block/
Im a hound, self-taught to smell
Moving more mother fucking than a bell hop/
The gat's on the top, the loots in the suitcase/
Im two-faced, I smile then your cap like toothpaste/
Got my boots laced in the streets where I weight/
You mother fucking fruitcakes is too shook to shoot