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Verse 1
Checkmate mother fucker, after the throne/
Fuck in the streets, I turn your hood to a battle zone/
thing you see before you get your cap blown/
A picture of your kids and a map of your
Better pray that listening when the macs to your dome/
Ending lives of mother fucker, I fracturing bones/
Catholics in Rome and people sitting at gay bars/
Stealth shit, aint a blip on the radar/
Empty clips bank guards, hostages bound/
Treat your city like a prison when Im it down/
Cause a fucking power outage when Im stomping the
And all you is shots fired, officer down/
I aint fucking son, rappers get stepped on/
Leaving stars round your head like electrons/
Roll with weapons drawn so dont step to me
This heavy metal eruptionll end the discussion/

This is hard core shit, we take aim and back
Hard core shit get ready for
Ghost runs the underground theres no way stop that
is hard core, this that kill a cop rap
Verse 2 -
to Hell Harbour son, meet the villainous one/
Repping the fucking dark side and Im as real as they
Morse and Weapon behind me your chances million to
Feeling like spilling fluid like Attila the Hun/
You flashbacks a life when Im seeping your breath/
Throw a punch and my wrist fist deep in your chest/
The creeping death twist your neck, business the murder way/
I cackle at the crackle I sever your vertebrae/
Swoop like 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 fucking bags than a bell hop/
The gat's on the shelf top, the in the suitcase/
Im two-faced, I then twist your cap like toothpaste/
Got my boots laced in the streets where I move
You mother fucking fruitcakes is too shook to straight/