[VERSE] (Necro)

Stomp your face with the Doc Martens

Like a criminal out the box, cut your grill wit a ox for a carton

The Glock's sparkin', pop your spectrin, pop one in you pussy, you gotta be fuckin retarded

Start shit with the crew of sickos with no regards for your fuckin life, kill you like when your arteries hardened

There's no bartering, when the drama sets, no negotiation, or plead coppin you drop, once the Llama wets

Imma gets real violent with it, leave you dripping blood red like pomegranates, this raw style, I live it

Made many hit the granite all over the planet, if I can't hand-to-hand it, imma fuckin blam blam it

Long nose revolver, so I won't overjam it, there's no need to involve you cause I could go ease handle it

Dismantle it, anyone just better be prepared to get their spine discs hit with the nine biscuit

My mind's sadistic from time enlisted in the streets to B.K., that's why I rhyme ill shit, kid

Keep it gully, felly down, flight jacket, try to bully me, your eye socket, I might hack it

I'm quite fast with the hatchet

Type nice when I blast a ratchet, put you in a casket bastard

You're plastic fake, stick you like masking tape, click clack on you and break your face

(Real shit)

Real shit for them real ones, real guns

Pointed at your face, your fate, we might peel one

(Peel one)

Perpetrate, fear one

(Fear one)

Demonstrate for them real ones

(Real ones)

We're in a state of survival, fuck you, your whole crew, and all our rivals, what?

Hesitate, feel one

(Feel one)

This resonates with the real ones

(Real ones)