Luxor Temple

The league of extraordinary gentlemen indeed

And proceed to take the underworld under siege

The most decorated, celebrated soldier on the scene

The most underrated, overhated nigga on my team

Black ops, black cops, falling on black tops

And I pursue chasing suspects through back blocks

A superhero shooting supernovas through my toaster

Face on a poster, hiding out in nova scotia

Break a mic over my knee, like canseco kid

Still wanted on the run like I'm pecos bill

Spit quicker than a six shooter off of the hip

With thicker chicks in bermuda blowing coke off the dick

Living the life of a pharaoh, in this modern day babel

Fuckin' too many bitches could leave a nigga sterile

My whole battalion, snatchin' olympic gold medallions

Like old italians, season they gravy with the scallions

Official pistol gang click it and spark

I swear y'all mother fuckers made bitchin' an art

Vampire y'all mother fuckers stick through the heart

I don't rap over beats vinnie rip em apart

I smell fear y'all was bitch from the start

Y'all are sweeter than a fructose kiss in the dark

I was here first I'm an aboriginal's thought

I have poison on the pen like an indigenous dart

My name box cutter I'm about to christen em, lord

Like a jail dude I'm a stick a shiv in em, lord

Throw a left hook then I take a piss on em, lord

Salt pepper ketchup everything I get in the store

They say the siciliano was wild nice

I'm keep em feeding every block like I'm fried rice

Stupid rapper you could get punched in the eye twice

You could never walk in my shoes or live my life

This is tricknology trick trickle triple six

Blood droplets and optics I'm sick I'll slit your wrists

I'm wickeder than wicked witches or the wickedest men

I scribble on period pads get a whiff of this pen

I make pussies pop like ping pongs or slutty whores

Muddy floors from the bodies I buried in bloody wars

Blood in, blood out let em bleed out

Radar got em, I spotted em, shot at rocket at em

Crushed em and forget em, in bottomless pits

Places where the goblins exist we gotta get chips

So we plot to rob all the rich I'm rotten, you bitch

How you think I'm rocking these kicks

I'm kickin it with amon-ra inside a rocketing ship

This the power of ether, I'm like a towering creature

Who figured out how to feature, by devouring speakers

I'm the pope of the pompous

Smoking dope with the pontiff

Selling coke to pocahontas

I poked in the oval office

I'm a dragon, exhaling the flames

Killing, impaling the lames

Demons are still in my brain

The evilest militant gang

Pharaoh clique, {not talented,} / (gallant to notorious)

I'll bust your motherfuckin' shit

Slap boxing with oven mitts, I'm rugged with... Words

Cops they don't want me murdering the locals

But they (but what?)

Let me do it like motorhead vocals, listen

Right brain, left handed, I'm a perfect mess

Mic's flames, don't touch it, it could burn your flesh

I'd rather steer my wagon here past the peer

To a certain death than have to hear

About your rap career

Got it?

Everything I spit's got a golden seal

Authentic furniture flow, yeah I'm sofa real

Your day job is the only time you load the steel

General zod motherfucker, make opponents kneel

I try to kill em off and make sure that they die

But they keep coming back and I (don't know why!)

Flash the hammer at you in front of the nail shop (is he crazy?)

I want you dead so bad I'll sleep on them jail cots (I'll do it.)

You in the hospital bed, I ain't satisfied

I need you on the coroner table, ribs open wide

Die for my respect til I'm laying on the pavement

Knowing I got a job in hell narrating for satan

They say I'm already that, nightmares, where freddy at?

Cutting fingers off until you tell me

Where the 'fetti at (where's it at?)

What good is alarm systems and guns

If I blow up your house, like a petroleum spout

Lock the coordinates in, fucker what I gotta aim it for?

Bitch ass rapper I was the first to pop your training bra (fagget)

Stay away from my dough, it ain't gluten-free

My label got college interns that'll shoot for me

Bitch, boy you just a toy to me

Strangle you with an extension wire and handle a bitch boy accordingly

When I spit a little

Let me excuse myself before the crown royal dribble

And crypt drive me to the hospital

Ritalin couldn't calm me, we toastin' to the army

Capital hill, trill, man I'm shooting at your car keys

Couldn't see the car seat, we had to pull the babies out, bomb

Took the lady out, this what being zany bout

M-80 shady out, shady like em with the crazy mouth

Fuck you, pay me this a paper route

Outerspace caking out, out front of outback steakhouse

Waiting for haters to pull them plates out

Everything you got... Mine

Everybody hot... I'm

Ready to machete them, cause petty niggas drop dimes

Scoop enough coins though, rock this funky joint flow

Wise and intelligent enough to let the horns blow

Back like a cornrow, with pourin' liquor, so I

In death reborn alive and I (don't know why!)