F@ck Outta Here

He's indeed a foe worthy of my metal
 But he must be defeated
 Fly, my enchanted mallet!
 Seek out the enemy!
 I put the H in heavy metal like the hammer of Thor
 ILL Cana-Bill, way before Cannibal Corpse
 These baby teen homos
 I'm like a '83 Kronos
 Pay Lionel Richie with bricks to lay promos
 I hover vertically, Clockwork Burgundy
 Seven thirty on your block like the murder spree instant
 Secure the gas mask on the infant
 Then analyze the galaxy with practical instinct
 Stay sharper than zombie weapons
 My wolves of war are savage
 Bark at the moon like a Ferrari engine
 Pack a burner blacker than Nat Turner
 Jackson with the stacks like Hank Sherman
 Track three thousand of black turbans
 Lions roar comfortable to most the crime lords
 Walking through the firestorm like the time before
 Talk it like "I am the law" with a giant jaw
 Chop off your motherfucking dome with Goliath's sword
 Ya bring that shit to Brooklyn?
 The fuck outta here!
 You wanna get the jewelry tooken?
 The fuck outta here!
 Ya wanna bring it to Philly?
 The fuck outta here!
 And get yourself bodied for really?
 The fuck outta here!
 See it's black now, everything can go in a glance
 I was raised right, I'm a let you know an advance
 This the Billy bad knife work, rolling with gangs
 And the peacoat laser Mac show you the dance
 I'm talking everything, even shell cases is black
 And the chopper lay him down like he's taking a nap
 Cut his body in sixteen like we playing the (???)
 And if I ever gave you anything, I'm taking it back
 You lazy and wack, just call me Glen Rice, I'm a shoot a man
 I'm a peel his motherfucking lid like a tuna can
 Chest poked out, talking shit like "Who the man?"
 Body work had his pussy breathing like a hookah fam
 It's a lot of dead bodies everywhere that Vin rides
 Smiling on the outside, dying on the inside
 Y'all are high, y'all just brought some blues in this bitch
 But me and Billy ride, we just brought the tools in this bitch
 Muerte!