Demonic Prophecies

I came across a cross on fire, threw it at the altar for hire

I be spitting so awkward I'm tired

I roll with shooters who's up in this bitch with the Rugers

I drip mic in the fluid, I'm the illest and truest

I move with my units, I'm unified with goons

We mobbing, I'm taking your life for the price of a car at the auction

Don't take much - yeah, times is hard, yo

Bill got the revolver poking out of the Volvo

Uh huh multiple heaters out the two-seaters

Riding 9 to 5 rallying hard for Mumia

I speak true ether, either you hate or love it

I break your face in half without breaking the budget

Fuck it - I'm as rugged as Brownsville, Badlands

Down by them Killadel, it's all real

Ya'll I'll to them niggas on your block posted

I can't tell, and it's not cause I'm not focused

We came from the days where you had to watch what you say

Respect the older gods or they had to wash you away

Tables turned, now we the ones to bury your body

Demanding respect, don't know? You better ask somebody

We came from the days where you had to watch what you say

Respect the older gods or they had to wash you away

Tables turned, now we the ones to bury your body

Demanding respect, don't know? You better ask somebody

Everybody gotta die, suicide, homicide

Everyone got heat - Bowling For Columbine

I swear I'm out my mind, out to shine, out for mine

Kill everyone if they insist on dropping dimes

Razorblade your eyelids, sleep on me now

Chill your voice box - you speaking like a fucking child

Y'all don't want it now, y'all don't want it never

Y'all don't want a war with us y'all niggas know better

We spot-rushers, whole team come crashing in

The block cover, that's how we trap em in

Lay it all on the table, this time we cashing in

You either love it or hate it we got em panicking

Don't make me tap your chin, black out, pass the Henn

Masked men, black tims, got your block collapsing in

You wanna come to where we at, sneak a ratchet in

I catch bodies all day - human trafficking

We came from the days where you had to watch what you say

Respect the older gods or they had to wash you away

Tables turned, now we the ones to bury your body

Demanding respect, don't know? You better ask somebody

We came from the days where you had to watch what you say

Respect the older gods or they had to wash you away

Tables turned, now we the ones to bury your body

Demanding respect, don't know? You better ask somebody

Demonic prophecies, sci-fi odyssey

Motorcycle shootout drive-by's and robberies

Sheeps and wolves, creeps and goons, sleeps for?

Peep the sour dies and shrooms

Desert Eagle heat, Desert Storm fatigue, Heavy Metal Kings

On a private jet injecting heroin

Nawh homie let me chill, that's my uncle's habit

Rein in the TEC, don't make me pop the trunk for ratchets

I'll Bill & Outerspace calculate which route to take

With every single chess move we make mountains shake

Count the cake, a hundred thou apiece

It's a nice amount to make

I'm about to put it down payment on a house today

Never stop whether rhyme or crime, line for line

It's always prime time to shine

The cult leader with the chrome nina, I call it Lolita

I set the Lama on fire, you better call PETA

We came from the days where you had to watch what you say

Respect the older gods or they had to wash you away

Tables turned, now we the ones to bury your body

Demanding respect, don't know? You better ask somebody

We came from the days where you had to watch what you say

Respect the older gods or they had to wash you away

Tables turned, now we the ones to bury your body

Demanding respect, don't know? You better ask somebody