Nihilus - Dkoolpharaoh, Kaether, Bangxiii

On foe niggas swearing they 'bout taking lives

My inner thoughts yearning to tac 'em on sight

Them hollows stay munchin' like Pac Man’s lost cousin

I’m smeltin' all niggas that’s itchin' to try

I’m strapped with them bullets and shells like a plumber

I’ll port to your city like Hayden from Jumper

Ain’t no way you dodging the bullets I chucker

And if that bitch grazed then I’m hurling another

Your birdies stay chirpin' that you bounce with heat

You claim what they humming then shit point at me

You point while on safety, your stance getting shaky

My wolves get to sensing, they see the next feast

My gang skirt in tahoes to shoot runs with models

I’m talking 'bout Wessons, that clear out the scene

If you really 'bout it, don’t duck from the scoutage

Just take that shot like Piccolo for the team

Bang, bang, light a nigga out on some Holocaust

Body get to missin' without wishin', Timmy Turner’s lost

Let the nigga get it 'cause he beg it like an auction cost

Twenty-one, forty-one, vultures buzzing off his top

Goofy nigga talk a lot, but he could not walk the talk

Should of never had the thought, now he rolling on the lot

Fold him like an auto bot, gave him all the shots we got

Thraw, thraw, thraw, thraw, now we dippin' out the lot

Move, move, move, move, move.

Fourteen bogies, inbound.

Load the chopper.

Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go.

How we lookin'?

C’mon, is it loaded?

There we go, there we go.

Down, on the right, down, down, nice, down.

Over there, let’s go, let’s move over there, move out, move out

Fuck with my legion, I might let off in this bitch for no reason

I burn off heresy, fakers and treason

I am the god who could change with the season

So fuck all your reasons, and no, I can’t stop it

She too outta pocket, she pop lock and drop it

I know yo bitch ratchet, I tossed up the rock

And I dashed from the spot, if you talk like a jock

I’ll put holes in yo jacket

Leave him all red like a beef ramen packet

His shit disclosed then I’m closing his casket

Why they come back if they know that I’ve passed them?

Claim I’m below them, I know I surpassed them

Act like a bitch or as if you don’t have sense

Boy, when we talk of your bitch, it’s in past tense

Boy, if I focus on that I won’t have shit

They call me «clank» 'cause I came with the ratchet

Really don’t care what you think of me, I

Really don’t care what you think of me, I

Really don’t care what you think of me, I

Really don’t care what you think of me, I

Mortis