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Verse 1
Checkmate mother fucker, after the throne/
Fuck beef in the streets, I turn your to a battle zone/
thing you see before you get your cap blown/
A picture of your kids and a map of your
Better that Gods listening when the macs to your dome/
Ending of mother fucker, I aint fracturing bones/
Target Catholics in Rome and sitting at gay bars/
Stealth shit, aint a blip on the radar/
Empty clips into bank guards, bound/
Treat your city a prison 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/
Leaving spinning round your head like electrons/
Roll with weapons drawn so dont to me cousin/
This metal eruptionll fucking end the discussion/

This is hard core shit, we take aim and cock
Hard core shit get for combat
Ghost Town runs the underground theres no way that
This is hard core, this kill a cop rap
2 - Primal
Welcome to Hell son, meet the villainous one/
Repping the fucking dark side and Im as real as come/
Morse and Weapon behind me your million to one/
Feeling like killing spilling fluid like the Hun/
You having flashbacks a life when Im your breath/
Throw a punch and leave my wrist fist deep in your
The creeping death your neck, handle business the murder way/
I cackle at the when I sever your vertebrae/
Swoop like of prey, leave you faggots shell-shocked/
From the street to the country to the mother fucking cell
Im a hound, to smell cops/
Moving more mother fucking bags than a bell
The gat's on the shelf top, the loots in the
Im two-faced, I then twist your cap like toothpaste/
Got my boots laced in the streets I move weight/
You mother fucking fruitcakes is too shook to shoot