pull the pins out

back with the kill

death

murder

you better check your computers

i won't ever cheat on my bitch

but i'll still sleep with a luger

you can see my reflection in the chrome it stays blazing

i guess my gangsta's all smoke and mirrors

kidnap you in the basement with hatchets and cleavers

so every time after that you hearin the wu-tang torture skit

and you havin a seizure

fuck your street cred i'll turn your street red

or skin the head of a skinhead

celph titled and es raisin' hell without pinhead

its been said the pharaohs immortalize rhymes

we keep heist plans in a trapper keeper. that's organized crime

you might arrive in a stretch limo tinted out

but you'll leave on a stretcher linen with no mouth

neck broken and ribs stickin out!

we the gorillas

this the season of ichi the killer

you're cd is filler so we beef like manilla

my sneakers

peach and vanilla

call me michael jordan

while recordin

slide a sword inside your organs

speak from the pillars

how real is es for that scrilla?

i build with godzilla's militant

flotillas that believe in shootin first like reggie miller

the illest of all sorts

we spit that fire motherfucker

to leave you lookin like dude on the legacy of blood" cover