[Verse: Cornflex]

For more than 24 years, its dark an hell is hot

Don't know any of you roaches no more, guess I changed a lot

But it is and always will be my job to come back, shoot and get you dropped

Diminish this city, enlighten it with my hands, muzzle flashes and red dots

When disaster strikes..., it must be at the end of a year, another black ops

Untitled Mixtape Nummer 1, inaugurated my killing spree, then I take off

Now Number3, while I'm blowing trees, disassembling my enemies

Filling up my streets, with blood falling from my wet jeans and wet feet

Pleases, they preach to me, reaching with their hands, dropping on their knees

A nasty situation, we both must be facing, bringing it back to the basics

The way it was written, head aim - split second, sending you deep down instead of heaven

The Grim Reaper, come and feel me now, me setting up a creep show, performing revenging

You see the infamous, you heard of us, gun shots, sounds of church bells around

C-Flex and *Scratch*, the murderers, no last words for yall, kick in the door

Bitch you better be ready to die, when we ride, no 9 to 5

We in 4 a lifetime, Wolfsburg, 3844, to N.Y