[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League]
[Intro]
Duck and Cover!!
A hundred button men on the street, twenty four hours a day. The Turk shows one hair on his ass he's dead believe me!
[Verse 1]
Either my Identity’s sealed, or my enemies killed
Either way I need to have my hennessy filled
I call the war the mattresses cause I put rivals to rest
Several different positions, tempur-pedic, five bullets in their chest
They think that I'm a pawn, but I'll beat em at their game of chess
Eliminate the competition until nobodies left
Oh sorry? I didn't hear you correctly
At first I heard the insults, now you saying you respect me
You're getting snot all on my shoes, bout to be brains all on my walls
Kick the support underneath to watch a king fall
f*ck the Cannoli, leave their brains splattered on their car seats
Dirty cops pull me over asking where my AR be
Like oink oink motherf*cker, I don't f*ck with the pigs
I chew them out, even the Muslims thinking I'm sick
Murder you with your mistress? That's the breaks
And your wife knew that you were hitting it? That's the breaks
Your son knew that you spit in it? That's the breaks
Ruined reputations always make all of the difference
[Hook]
We got a hundred goons, we gonna put your ass to rest
Have you sleeping in a coffin until I last the rest
War, regular showtime, such a strategic feat
Until it all goes over again and history repeats
[Verse 2]
I got sent fish wrapped in newspaper today
I guess a bunch of motherf*ckers wanna send me to my grave
Jokes on you, you may have forced my boy into some swimming lessons
But I went into your kid’s daycare and shot him with my Smith & Wesson
b*tch, you know I got no chill, I bring the heat to your crew
Death will set you free, you know the freedom’s the truth
f*ck all of this politics, my representative? A lot of clips
You know who the Mack Apostle is, start the Gatapocalypse
All of this standards sh*t? I will take no part of it
I'll be in the f*cking game at least until Tha Carter Six
If you wanna start a war then go ahead and place your pieces
But when I master strategize you better pray to Jesus
Why the f*ck you coming at me and then flip on some double standards?
Wanna talk hard then be hard? Better put on the bandana
If you want to start a beef then you better believe
I will do anything and everything that's hidden up my sleeve
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
Listen, I've done tire of all these f*cking games
I done shot so many goons that they all look just the same
I have no remorse for the mafia, I put that on my name
They say you gotta wait for the drought to pass before oncoming rain
I'm tired of waiting, I'm tired of patience
I've resorted to kidnapping and tying up in the basement
My own guys look at me wrong, but think to the past
I've been chewed up, spit out, stabbed and shot in my ass
Like how the f*ck you expect me to be the messenger of sole truth
I put rivals in the pine box, like Sonny at the toll booth
Put em in concrete shoes, watch them slowly sink
Smoke a cigar and drink while wearing a mink
f*ck it, I hear people talking like I'm crazy
But I'll do anything to win, even if it means drowning babies
Shoot you like a film reel, ya’ll bast*rds are actresses
Put ya’ll motherf*ckers to rest, call this sh*t the mattresses
[Hook]
[Outro: Priest & KANE]
Kane, do you renounce Satan, all his works and all his pomps?
I DO