[Verse 1: Demetrius, Julius, Kenny & Dice from Horseshoe G.A.N.G.]

Women and gentlemen get to tremblin' the minute the villain is feelin' adrenaline

'Cos then I'm peelin' your motherfuckin' melon till there's no more fucking ceiling

I feel like breaking and entering in prison and killing fuckin' Zimmerman

The minute that the motherfucker sentence him

Dismember your limb, uppercut your chin and then

Disfigure your twin, I'm sending 'em synonyms

I'm injuring niggas Penicillin ain't healing ‘em?

Do the running man when I got the gun in hand

Trigger finger itching then I'mma switch it to the other hand

I'm sick as a nigga dicking his own mother Samantha

‘Cos I'm a motherfucker and the son of Sam

Goddamn, just another ambition

As a writer and I'm the one on that mission

When we enter the building with a million rugged ass henchmen

That's a ten hundred grand entrance

Back with this other transition, vicious

Smacking your mother man listen

When I mutate then it's too late then I chew faces

Back with this gun in hand business

When I send a few strays, bullets graze anatomy

Give my gun a raise like it got a change in salary

I be at your door, nigga, I'm a natural born killer

You can call me Mickey, I'mma 38 it's Mallory

My brain is sicker than Casey Anthony

You're not really understanding how deranged I got to be

My crazy family be telepathically handing me

The strategy to erase and enslave humanity

This is the art of war I'mma paint calamity

Hate and tragedy, pain and agony

Then I'mma frame the painting, hang it in Satan's gallery

But I'm not evil, holy like I came from Galilee

Straight insanity give me the fucking steel, Kenny is fucking ill

I can't imagine me giving a fuck for real

Willing to bust your grill, blow your dome off your grey, anatomy

Now that motherfucker can't imagine me

Don't tell me to fucking chill

Crip with a thousand riders from the West Side

Steyr under my pillow call it my Bed-stuy

If you got a rebuttal to utter say that shit

Just remember like your music we don't play that shit

[Hook: Horseshoe G.A.N.G.]

H to the O, R-S-E-S-H to the O

E gang, we came straight for your ho

We got paper to blow

We in it to win it the minute we came in the door

[Verse 2: Demetrius, Julius, Kenny & Dice from Horseshoe G.A.N.G.]

Aight, fuck you, pay me, pay us the dough

Then it's fuck you, pay me, pay us some more

All you haters should pay up, and pay what you owe

Or get ate up, get sprayed up, and laid up with hoes

I keep it straight up for sho', y'all just straight up for show

Y'all pussy, period, change up your flow

Like a menstrual cycle, straight up ya know

I'm an instrumental psycho

Reminiscent of a nigga named Michael

I'm a thriller, I wake up with flows

And I never make up with hoes

And I put the MAC to your face, that’s how I make up with hoes

Hoes, yea I'm laid up with those

And everyone one of my hoes are A1, ya know

You know I got a centerfold, getting rid of clothes

Nothin' on but them Kenneth Coles

Since day one I go, hard

Wait a minute let me switch gears

When I'm stiff as a board, I give them dick till they sore

I cut em like I'm gripping a sword, a big spear

I should win an award for flyest nigga this year

I'm the shit, yeah, my swag is celebrated

When I step up in this bitch every chick cheer

Chit-Chea, girl sit here, lift brazier

Lemme skeet on your tits, let the shit smear

When I'm fuckin a woman, I'm up in her stomach

My dick is in belly, I'm sincere

Y'all not fly, you pricks queer

You couldn’t get a Pretty Woman if you were dressed in rich gear

Your bitch rear, make my snake soft

She never quarreled my mind, you a mime can't talk

Your bitch plain, you can only call my bitch plain

Cos' she fly when she take off

Shall I carry on, I love a landing strip

Feelin airborne, because of cannabis

Fuck the rulebook, laws, we breakin' em

We on some fuck the book, until that paper cums

Yeah, yeah, I got the heart of Machiavelli, I brought a MAC elevy

You be fallin' like confetti

Whatever you thought of, I bet you we thought of that already

Whatever you started, I bet you we off of that already

You better be ready for the deadliest melodies

But ready or not, I chop you like I brought a damn machete

I fuck pornstars, with stars I 69, like I'm calling back your celly

[Verse 3: Iceman]

So many niggas I got a problem with

Sittin on the top of my llama list

When I'm haukin' spit, from the bottomless pit

To your rims of your dodger fit – blaow

I pull the crowd out of their seats

When I say you're weak, I don’t talk about no calendar speech

Don’t make me turn Super Saiyan

Cos everything that Im saying is suped up

Steroid shots, juiced up

If my verbal had a physical form, it would be chiseled as Thor

One stomp will probably cripple the floor

My jordans put crack in the streets like earthquakes

For jordans put crack in the streets, yeah work pays

I kill rappers like theres no repercussions

I'm in love with death, call it reaper-crushin

[Verse 4: Coniyac]

[Verse 5: BIG PHO]

I'm passed passion, now I'm obsessed with this rapping shit

If I catch you in traffic, that crash will be an accident

I'm sending these murderous paragraphs, by telegraph

Them bullets ain't got no name, lemme get your autograph

Let me explain what these lyrics might do

Perfect aim, right through, you tell me am I getting through to you

Delivery is beautiful, your reaction is suitable

Impact from the mac, push you back like a cuticle

You niggas is cubicle, in my circle you unfamiliar

I don't write bars, nigga I write spears

If you get the point, it kills ya

I'm Alpha and Omega, I'm what weak niggas claiming to be

If God win an award, he goin' get on stage and give thanks to me

[Verse 6: Karelezz]

Hand me the mic and I go crazy when I grab it

I turn into an alien deoxyribonucleicacid

Master this element, selling this rap intelligence

Nobody's half as devilish, definition of what clever is

A mic master, writing in the lines of Nascar

Fuck being a rapper, shoulda been a scientist from NASA

But its C.O.B. official, hit you with lyrical missiles

Bitch I'll never miss you, my shit'll rip through your tissue

And if you don't get it, it's probably so high that God do

Look up, blaow blaow, nigga that's what the COB do

Psycho on the microphone, never leave the microphone

The rap's a billion miles long, I’m cycling my bike home

[Verse 7: P.W.T]

You don’t wanna know me, believe that shit

Cause on the mic I rip that shit

I grip the clip, I load it up I aim the gun I let it buck!

I give a fuck

Not at all

See I’m gonna be the start of your fall

The end and everything in between

You think I’m doing this shit to be mean, NAH

I’m doing it because you’re wack as fuck you a bitch!

When your rhyme is a disaster

I should call your ass Canibus

There’s no way you can handle this

I suggest you don’t talk shit

Even if you’re wearing sandals bitch

I suggest you rock kicks!

I ain't going to fucking battle rap you

I ain't going to make no song about you

I’m the type that will fucking snap and take your family from you

So when you see me, better hit that dough

When I raise that thing, better hit that floor

And this is just a warning to let you know

That the COB is in control

[Verse 8: AD-VICE]

[Verse 9: Sauce Tha Boss]

I’m a boss, you heard, I draw first

They blood across the sidewalk nigga, they call me Sauce Mossberg

My flow the kinda dope you don’t snort

My money stack tall homeboy, we different, your dough short

If I catch you slippin'

I’m sittin' on yo' porch

I’m grippin' that blow torch

You gettin' yo' dome scorched

My team winnin'

Plus Cali’s my home court

I’ll piss on yo' cold corpse

Then dip in a gold porche, playa

You niggas should be watching ya mouth

I’ll pop you if I catch you mention Watts in your mouth

The choppers is out

Shots make you lean wit' it, rock wit' it, skip wit' it like you not from the South

[Verse 10: RO]

Skipped math class but I'm out here doing functions

Balling up hundreds, call it number crunchin'

Throw away money, I'm just shooting at them buckets

Winning like Pacman, fuck them judges

Barely break a sweat, ain't gotta catch my breath

They comin' for my neck, they catch a right and a left

Now that leaves a big L, like a right and a left

And I don't need that stress, you know I'm doing my best

My spear got swag, I'm fresh past death

If you don't hear how dope I am, your ass is deaf

Maybe you just blind, you know you don't go dumb

I put the nozzle on your head, now think under the gun

[Verse 11: Tim West]

I got a mean flow

While I'm pissing on these nigga's don't sweat it

Now that's a peacoat, you need a hero

But I got I feeling, imma' villain

Cos' I'm killing every mother fucker scene bro'

I'm on it, you want it, you need it, I got it

You biting like Tyson bitch

I'm weaving and bobbing

Fuck rolling off a pill, bitch I'm first on the bill (?)

All my nigga's like Buffalo they going for the Bills

You ain't as hot as me, bitch I'm a star

Im shittin' on these nigga's, we call that asstronomy

Tim West, watch me rock it like the bassline

I throw this clock in the trash, now watch me waste time

[Verse 12: One-2]

You’ll get knocked unconscious tryna stop this

Voltron shoulders retractable rocket launchers

God, this monster C.O.B entourage of mobster’s

Oxycotons washed down with shots of vodka, got

Cynical criminal thoughts, a villainous boss

At the round table with good fellas sitting across

Toss ideas back and forth like it was lacrosse

Plots on how to make our pockets thicker than Ross

I’m boo-boo'd up with your bitch in the loft

Lauren Hill ain’t wish it me the killer if I sense the competition is soft

Non-believers will taste grapes of wrath

This .38 will turn your face into a Jason mask

One-Dash