|
Step into this mass |
|
And you gon' catch a blast |
|
[T-Rock] |
|
We keep contact with coffin concealers |
|
Heavy narcotic dealers |
|
Who confescated spirits |
|
Leaving carcases as memorabilia |
|
Thats when I clutch your remainders of cash |
|
After receiving the papers of passion |
|
Insanity |
|
Guess thats my simple out-thinking it |
|
Caught no remorse that I felt in the past |
|
Leaving conceated niggas |
|
Face Guard |
|
Entrapped a man and the case was |
|
Delivering eternal residences |
|
In lyrical graveyards |
|
Niggas playhard |
|
I'm equipped with a safe-guard |
|
And admit that the danger |
|
Not a regret |
|
A resistant in domining legion |
|
Thats thought to deliver those souls |
|
Which tried to presented you |
|
Triple pain |
|
For your resistful blaims |
|
Now you a shrivled blade |
|
Stuck in the dungeons of the abysal plains |
|
Lyrical clips so aim |
|
Producing blood-red tonics |
|
Exorcising demonik |
|
My click is siccer-than Islamics |
|
With poetry |
|
Possess game |
|
I educate sicness |
|
I meditate victory |
|
And how my fame will escalate swiftly |
|
If correct moves |
|
Were made with valid timing |
|
Every individual with traits of poverty |
|
Would believe thats my dollars climbing... |
|
[Chorus x4] |
|
[M-Child] |
|
Mackin' Child is who I be |
|
Never be facing this rector |
|
Controlling the inside our minds |
|
Reaching my point in my destiny |
|
Where it is said |
|
If I went through my bloodlines |
|
So come with me I come with you |
|
Are you coming into my place |
|
Ain't no time for ****ing around |
|
I'm bound to stomp a hole in your face |
|
Playa-hater |
|
Some dummies went into my kitchen |
|
And rolled up a blunt |
|
I catch him |
|
Now come take a puff of this shit |
|
You could really blaze it like the sun |
|
My nigga pizz-off |
|
He did not believe I could be part of the |
|
Six's |
|
When I caught the green leprehcan |
|
You better believe that was 1 of my wishes |
|
If you niggas don't know you ain't heard |
|
I'm more than that nigga that is ready for |
|
Combat |
|
I'd watch my step if I were you |
|
When I'm coming there's no time to react |
|
Better have your whole masterplan set |
|
And I bet it won't work |
|
Cause I already figured you |
|
Loading up the shit |
|
Slip a mask on my face |
|
Nine in my pocket to do what I came to do |
|
We ridin' the streets |
|
With your punk-ass in the backseat |
|
The system is booming so niggas |
|
Cannot hear your ass get put to sleep |
|
When you niggas be thinking |
|
That I am your friend |
|
And you think you can bite our style |
|
Chop goes your body half into the myst |
|
When you ****in' with Murderer Child... |
|
[Murderer Child repeats and fades] |
