Silence

I'm Abdullah the Butcher pay respect

Or I'm pulling the cooker

You might as well kill yourself

I'm thrilling to push you

Even if you survive son you still b***h

Cause I'm waiting anxiously to pull the kill switch

Your body still stiff rigor mortis

I bring pain it's just raw

It's King's chorus

I seen pain that was pure

It's rich

I seen brains

That was poured on six corners

Listen to orders

Vinnie Paz remains heartless

That's due to my fixation on the darkness

Just give me a forty a idiot and Billy Dee

You'll see what the psychology of Philly really be

Yeah I'm from the birth place of Rocky

My left hook to the body is like Arturo Gatti

You couldn't stop me

I f**king brain drill

I stick around a while

To witness how the pain feels

F**king faggot

We in the game where we smash for freedoms

Raw producer's cribs look like wax museums

We set up shop

Round up and attack the region

See a hundred Puerto Ricans on Banshees leaning

We out to slaughter people we that raw Puericos

We them revolutionists cause no law's equal

We them executioners cause your cerebral

Or pick your brain matter up in God's cathedral

Don't sleep I put a bag under your chin

Approach you real smooth with the swagger of a pimp

Make you stagger with a limp

I'm a addict for the gin

Like a Catholic for the sins

Speaking ratchets through their lips

And you passionate to live

But that chapter don't exist

I put the ratchet to your rib

And make a bastard out of your kids

Make a casket out of your crib

While I'm smashing out your wizz

Have a Gatling for the kid

And I'm laughing at the b***h

The most immaculate spit

Most elaborate with the gift

Then dip my whole team

Till there's carats on their wrists

I need Rocky finger tips

Next slaughter begins

So when we step up

In the spot don't nobody forget

One

I'm the type

That could slaughter a syllable

You killable rap niggas spit words too pitiful

I pity the fools

I'm sick with the tools

We shitting on dudes

You need to be more hip than the news

We ruthless untamed tiger tally your votes

I'm number one draft pick

Man endorse my quote

You heard I loc I escort my folk

We deep like dead bodies on tour I know

We ride like Coupe DeVilles aim shoot to kill

OS and Jedi Mind we the truth for real

So ill we rock three pieces suits and build

Like Reservoir Dogs

In the booth I spill

I feel more official we're still lone on our hills

G5 shine bright like it's stainless steel

The name is real

OuterSpace the rain is real

If you can't stand the rain

Then this ain't your field stupid