Feat. Demoz
Verse 1
Im the ape in the cage getting more amazing with age
AKs and grenades, matter fact I slay them with blades
They blatantly gays, faggots in berets in parades
And see my team is unbeatable, the stadium stage
Basically crazed, walking circles pacing for days
Im basically dazed and lost inside a Satanist maze
Face the brigade, I hate you and I pray you get AIDS
I go hard on hard beats, yall too lazy to shave
Too lazy to bathe and so yall hate on the god
Im sick of yall eating off the same plate as the god
Yall could never build or even conversate with the god
You shooting guns off, I would bomb a nation for God
Im a suicide bomber yall dont want no confrontation with God
Yall are swine-eaters, thats abomination to God
So put some faith into God
The objective is to conquer fucking Satan with God
Chorus
I think we got a problem, take me out this fucking column
See all these phony actors, I dont like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling, I dont like these phony fables
You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label
I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem
Masterati Im a problem, Jus Allahs a fucking problem
Criticism from critics but we dont fucking care
All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking snare
Verse 2
All I got is too much hate, not enough love
Too many plates, not enough grub too many snakes in the grass
I gotta kill one cause the gun aint got enough slugs
Body under the belt, not enough blood
Shotty under the shelf, not enough slugs
Yous a bitch you aint gon do shit suck a dick
Cause I been had your bitch in the lobby on drugs
I aint no plug, I aint no snitch
I aint no blood, I aint no crip
Motherfuckin hood where I be everyday
You dont like me come see me nigga I aint no bitch
? For the last man damn man
You could be the man what they said
So I focused on the damn plan
Face straight like adjusting a handstand
Used to be shy now Im focused like a hand can
Demoz say hello to the sand man
Gun pop, good god where your man layin
See that bitch right there with the damn tan
Couple shots put the bitch in the damn van
Take her home put her in the zone
Dick like an L she gon put it to the dome
Wack DVDs all these niggas in the streets
Showing niggas where they live and their fridge and their chrome chrome
Nigga please, do you really think Im gonna show a motherfucking nigga where I live at
Jeopardize where my wife and my kids at
Come home find my young bull kidnapped
Nigga hit that L that you had cause you motherfuckin crazy if you think I will
Pistol Gang to the day I hang
When I see my death Im gonna keep it real
Chorus
I think we got a problem, take me out this fucking column
See all these phony actors, I dont like these phony rappers
Fuck all the story telling, I dont like these phony fables
You niggas sound like cable, fuck you and your fucking label
I think we got a problem, Vinnie Paz a fucking problem
Masterati Im a problem, Jus Allahs a fucking problem
Criticism from critics but we dont fucking care
All we hear is the drum beat and a fucking snare
Verse 3
You should make peace before we pull the peacemakers
I dont want the streets waking up the sleeping neighbours
I dont want police pacing up the streets later
But the killing has me feeling like a teenager
Sign your soul over, heres a blank piece of paper
Ill fill in the details, you can read it later
We should keep in contact, I may need a favour
Its not breach in contract, no releasing waivers
Its slavery and cheap labour, its a decent bargain
Its monopoly, Im landing on free parking
Its blood out here gotta keep my teeth sharpened
Gotta keep cream, gotta keep a green garden
You doing everything you can just to keep from starving
Im Rastafarian and partying, usually with more than one darling
Its disheartening, bitches know I aint Romeo or Prince Charming
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