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Verse 1
Checkmate mother fucker, after the throne/
Fuck beef in the streets, I turn your hood to a zone/
thing you see before you get your cap blown/
A picture of kids and a map of your home/
Better pray that Gods listening when the macs to 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 into bank guards, hostages bound/
Treat your city like a prison when Im it down/
Cause a fucking power outage when Im the ground/
And all you is shots fired, officer down/
I fucking around son, rappers get stepped on/
Leaving stars round your head like electrons/
Roll with weapons drawn so step to me cousin/
This heavy metal eruptionll fucking end the

This is hard shit, we take aim and cock back
Hard core get ready for combat
Ghost Town runs the theres no way stop that
This is hard core, this that a cop rap
Verse 2 -
Welcome to Hell Harbour son, meet the 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 Attila the
You having flashbacks a when Im seeping your breath/
Throw a punch and leave my wrist fist deep in chest/
The creeping death twist your neck, handle business the way/
I at the crackle when I sever your vertebrae/
like birds of prey, leave you faggots shell-shocked/
From the to the country to the mother fucking cell block/
Im a hound, self-taught to cops/
Moving more mother bags than a bell hop/
The gat's on the shelf top, the loots in the
Im two-faced, I smile then twist your cap like
Got my boots laced in the where I move weight/
You mother fruitcakes is too shook to shoot straight/