My shyt is hard like bricks cause I’m a builder
Underground like your mom, since I killed her
Went to confessions, forgive me father I have sinned
Snatched him through the little window and killed again
Cursed by my moms and what she cursed me with
Has had me lately on some real blood thirsty shyt
I’m getting down and dirty, looking like I’m thirty
Watch the birdy, throwing nikkas like Testaverde
If it ain’t drugs it ain’t me, so don’t hate me
Cause lately, I’ve been talking about how mother fukkin
Great D-M-X is, a demon with his own venom
Yoking rappers and shoving microphones in ‘em
bytch nikkas trying they hands so they gotsta get it
That beat down you just got
BLAP BLAP BLAP these fukking shots are with it
I beat the shyt out of money, cause yo that’s all I knew
They call me go against the grain cause that’s all I do
I saw the morgue said that ass’ll be beef
Picture nikkas feel the pressure than *blunt inhale*
I got that bugged out and smoked out and drugged out flow
But yo I empty every slug out until your ass hit the flo’
And aiyyo, I can go like I’m gone, word is bond
ONE LOVE BOOMER, your name lives on
C’mon man you nikkas only know half the script
I might have slipped once or twice but the kid’s got grip
And I’ll keep holding on like Simply Red
And if a motherfukker tries than a motherfukkers dead
Baldhead with the face of a skeleton
Scooped like a pelican, you nikkas is soft like gelatin
It’s irrelevant how many rhymes you got
Cause you ain’t got what I got, and X marks the spot
I get hot like your girl, when you was up north
You remember when nikkas was running up in that ass, duck sauce
Don’t try to hit the street and get hard, get your dikk hard
fukk around and get your shyt split ‘part
