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Yo I come in the form of danger lurking

blasting a mag strange and murkin

shot exchanges from out the ranges and suburbans

curtains for anybody perping

leaving them hurt for certain

blood on the curtains bandages like turbans

we roller derbin

all in disturbed puffing the herbin

we bring the verbs in

double actions loaded with germans

areas urban

blocks hot where we be swerving

gunfight strike like a serpent

leave ya nerves jerking lay down any person strictly for just target rehearsing

skills remain tight as Holy Mary the virgin

slowly carried the burden

so we varied the shit you heard'n

hit you with the different methods and versions

we simply

let bullets rip until the clip is empty

get laid in your tracks as if you was tipsy

hit you like jack dempsy

the mac packing mc

with gats clappin like an mp

open your friendly wimpy

frame like an MD

blow you until your blocks windy

be on sort of a shot frenzy

my glocks don't stop till the cops hem me

put holy hollow tops in me

hazardous shit guns is accurate

sending niggas to meet the king of nazareth

playing me close has a risk

I bash cliques like they was massocist

pass the tear gas making them passifist

pass the fifth one last kiss before your ass is missed these bastards is getting

clapped by this rap activist



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let the games begin

the tec and mac 10 flames begin

thugs till the end

my whole crew is stained with sins

hammers to firing pins

me and my kin be makin you spin

the lord or the devil be taking you in



verse 2

It's the corona queens apocalypse

my block is hit with a dark eclispe taking no hostages so grab your glocks and

clips

the rapper fossilist

big as the lochness large as colossus

mumbling shit get shot in the esophagus

the thug saga novelist

sexin this rap shit monogamous

reignin like the tropics while you

be topicless blood money monopolist

do this for eons

shinin like it's neon

heart colder than freon

deciding which cd to be on

baby cause thats the shit that we on

niggas go to warwick like Deion

put the G on

I analyze guys with montana eyes

who vandalize any man alive

soon as the hammer rise

cut them down like samauris

kickin that real shit that you fantasize

nigga step aside and recognize

G the real cat

pack a steel gat

baby feel that

leave you laying flat with your shit capped and peeled back

battle at this rap shit I put you in back of a cadillac

a bad decision

fuck up your whole vision like catarax

red roses on a dead foe

laying in red clothes from head blows

your whole frame get exposed

get your body torn out the frame from lead throws

none of my victims ever bled slow sick as Edgar Poe thats how it goes

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