Hell to Pay (feat. KXNG Crooked & Craig Owens)

I swore to the G.O.D. I was finna get mine 'Cause mama you done made it out Chicago's Westside! Ho-ho, mama let's ride We roll, Bonnie and Clyde I ain't goin' out quiet Got time on my left wrist God to my right But I'm outta my right mind So be quiet And don't ask what I'm rapping for This shit is personal My mama gon' live in the Hollywood Hills 'Fore she gets to the nursing home 'Cause name five MC's in the game right now who can take me down I'll wait Crooked! We might just have to give 'em the rhythm that they came for now When I hit 'em with the potent-profane flow 'Til the propane flame goes out Until then, I'm the Rap Godzilla Miraculous, I'm coming to take the president down 'Cause I came for the most hateful Cave troll in White House Who went AWOL On his wife, what an a-hole Woman say no But he won't stop grabbing the pussy by the handful 'Cause the man knows that he can't lose With a few scandals When Vladimir Putin is handing him Wikileaks used to advantage Disparaging Hillary Putting that nail through her casket in And it's so frickin' apparent This country is reaching a point of combustion Where faith in humanity's practically vanishin' Conservative values have died They're inanimate And liberals are panicking Turning to pussies They're packing their bags up and moving to Canada Canada? You motherfuckers ain't really man enough I don't give a fuck I'm never running from nothing Even if Donald's got the nukes And he's coming for everybody in the opposition I'ma be there opening up a can of the whoopy I'm whooping the man 'Cause I'm not a man, I'm a legend And I reckon my records Are breaking every single record Known to man in a second The world ain't ready for the return of the mic Murdering menace I hurt 'em, and burn 'em Invented, the word of demented So call 'em a medic With anesthetic Before they turn into someone you never heard of Pathetic, at first I was heading for heaven But the devil said I'd be better never repenting For my pen again When the venom is venerable I'm too fucking incredible Un-bitable flow, it isn't edible Nor legible My decibels and trebles are impeccable When flipping a rap, I'm kicking it back To the momentum I first had when I was entering my zone Whoa Look at the show! Luke Gawne, Crooked I, and Craig O You probably thought I wasn't gon' slaughter every syllable But I'm ripping 'em to bits With the wickedest spit and bitch I'm limitless, yo! Walking round with thoughts of redemption Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Picture perfect fantasy is it? Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen! Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Everybody worried 'bout they guns and the second amendment, end it My nigga I'ma tell you in advance You want America to ban every weapon invented Just put a gun in a real nigga hands 'Cause me holdin' steel wasn't built in the plans Elephant in the room, I'ma poacher (shot!) Deliver the wound, I'ma smoke ya Veteran in a mood, I'ma choke ya Even if you're ill with your hands You still getting killed, it don't matter When the shooter go bananas in Nevada Shooting outta the window of the Mandalay Bay like he had a McCain He sprayin' the crowd shatter And the data Don't add up, more than 58 dead Conspiracy theorists sayin' they really ain't dead But tell that to the motherfucker laying on the ground With his brain matter splattered, head shattered on a platter From the automatic ratata-tata- That'll make you change everything in your mind frame when the time came Dylann Roof, let his nine aim Walked into the church, turned that shit into a fire range Squeezin' on the D'Eagle 'til his mind hangs sideways Nine slain, cries, pain, eyes drain, lies blame How do I explain hatred to an underage kid Who parents got their lives claimed By a killer That the coppers bought a whopper for, at the Burger King After the murder scene They don't give a fuck if we all die! Doin' a copper like an Eazy-E walk-by Slaughterhouse, local pig gettin' hogtied Fall guy, 'cause all I'm seein' is you devils being greedy for dinero But you fuckin' with a pharaoh, I'm the builder of the pyramid, monument My eyes on top of it I'm all eyes seein', like Horus All I ever needed was a chorus The shit'll get 'em hooked from Philly to Middlebrook These killers shook, you're lookin' at Crooked you're lookin' at a book Crook is a thesaurus, godlike being This industry is full of shady-ism, they be into favoritism, take a listen Lyric disciple, I wrote the lyrical bible Whoever said they did it, I'ma call it plagiarism, they was into Atheism Paganism, Satanism, wait a minute Pay the menace, great attention, haters dissin', they be trippin' They be listin', crazy spittin', daily rhythms, 80 spitters Ate 'em like a plate of chicken Flavor sticker for the blatant haterism Say the mission, ain't a mission if the lyricism Isn't a main event when I'm paintin' pictures You fuckin' with a verbal gun clapper, I hunt rappers My gun smoke blunt rappers Quicker than your blaze a swisha! Walking round with thoughts of redemption Plotting through my head, voices said speak of division Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Picture perfect fantasy is it? Rotting 'til we're dead, voices spread, nobody listen! Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay Oh, whoa, oh whoa, there'll be hell to pay