[Intro]
Hm, yeah, huh
Yeah, huh, hm
Yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
No
[Verse 1: The .Shrine, PNDA, The .Shrine & PNDA]
See I'm a knockout because I went to KO (KO)
Long scope, call me Galileo (Galileo)
Knock off the horseplay, I ain't really stable (Yeah)
That ain't even my forte, but you're just speaking fables (Hell nah)
Yeah, 'cause I woke up from my slumber, pretty take a photo (Yeah)
What I can do, your bitches ran through
It's a sport hoe (Yeah), I blam you
Then you transmute, to a corpse though (Yes sir)
Only talk in numbers, man it's like I speak in morse code (Yeah sir)
Try to paint a picture when they brush me, to the side
I'ma get up in the guts (Yeah sir), demons or flies
Eat the corpse all for lunch (Uh-huh)
You can see it in my eyes, how I died
Don't cross my teeth (yeah), that's enough
Hold up there for a minute (hold up), nigga saying something (really?)
Fuck that nigga Danny (Fuck that nigga)
I'm just chilling with the Phantom Troupe (Yeah sir)
The .Shrine, big bangs how them cannons shoot (Boom-bap)
Ten toes down, how we stand on you (Hey)
Patek, look in my eyes, see Lucifer (Bah, uh)
Kidnap the preacher, then we go and loot the church
Then we offer up his shoes and shirt (yes sir)
And if he try to get it back (what you [?]?), then we nuke the Earth
[Chorus]
No way, pussy nigga claiming you a mobster, don't play
'Cause I brought my phantoms to the opera, hey
All the hate turn me to a monster
I know life is short, but no, we won't get along, no way
Pussy nigga claiming you a mobster, don't play
'Cause I brought my phantoms to the opera
Niggas talking shit, then we send them to the doctor
Twisted like a Rasta, we be on our boss shit, yeah
[Verse 2: K.IX, Chef Melly, PNDA]
Wonder where, wonder who do the best be (Who?)
Flawless like the law, don't test me (Bitch)
They wonder I kick balls like testes (Hahaha)
Fucking on a new bitch and her bestie (Yes sir)
We not the same, I'm a little insane, ayy
She giving me brain, the feeling is strange
She follows the Law of Equivalent Exchange (What?)
Like, girl please (bitch), leave me alone (Me alone)
I don't even follow the law without a Philosopher's Stone (Really)
The king copping the throne, baby be slopping my bone (Hahaha)
Off the block you get blown, nigga just stop it, you're gone (Shit)
Speak your shit bro
This the one that gone make the people stand up
Shake it to the floor, baby make me get these bands up
Fly niggas you can't land us, where I toured to the drum
They gon' really try to band us
Niggas testin' me but I ain't got the answer
Twos on deck, and I ain't talking about them hammers
She from out the country, so we working on her grammar
Cozy is a style, put Versace on pyjamas
Right there, I might need to stop
You got a flow so sick, I might need a doctor
And the drank so strong, I ain't speaking proper
Tryna find that one piece, Tony, bring the Chopper
Let's get busy now, let's get busy now
410 on the map, they fuckin' with the city now
Man, I know, time is money, I'ma have to get it now
Chef Melly on the stove, I'ma let it simmer down
[Chorus]
No way, pussy nigga claiming you a mobster, don't play
'Cause I brought my phantoms to the opera, hey
All the hate turn me to a monster
I know life is short, but no, we won't get along, no way
Pussy nigga claiming you a mobster, don't play
'Cause I brought my phantoms to the opera
Niggas talking shit, then we send them to the doctor
Twisted like a Rasta, we be on our boss shit, yeah alright
[Verse 3: The .Shrine, K.IX, PNDA]
See I'm a monster, get devoured (What?)
It's a blood shower (What, what?)
He get burned if he talkin' Stern like he Howard
Bitch, you a coward, no courage in your bitch (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Throw a fit when I'm out of her service (Hahaha)
Pissed off, I be pulling bitches like a rickshaw
Nigga fuck with us? I'ma cut his whole wrist off
Niggas click soft, like they moving funny, cut the clique up
I'm here with Challenger, and they prepare for liftoff (Kaboom)
Talkin out his ass like he Assy McGee
I send his Bass-Ackwards if they pass me the heat
In the Garden of Eden, I'm giving apples to Eve
I write a bad Yelp review if they ask us to leave
This ain't Assassin's Creed, bullets coming out of my sleeve
Fuck with the gang and I show you what disaster can be
Oh, you friendly? Well say "hi" to Casper for me
They screamin' uncle when the bullets hit the back [?]
Feel like Earl of Lemongrab cause you niggas unacceptable
Red dot reticle, it turn 'em all to vegetables
I'm a canine and we turning up to festivals
The shit that he totin' leave you frozen if he let it go
[Outro: K.IX, The .Shrine, Unspecified Audience Member]
The funny thing about death is
It's permanent, and you can't really go back
And I would hate to have to, y'know
Introduce somebody to the other side of death
So get the fuck up and clap, y'know
That was a fuckin' performance put on by, y'know
Some nice, talented
Get the fuck up and clap motherfuckers
So, who the fuck said "niggers?"
Nigga!
Yeah, get that, get that nigga, get that motherfucker
Blow his fuckin head off, bitch ass nigga
Hope you enjoyed the show, um
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Cock and ball torture
Hahaha
