[Verse: Cursed]

Omega the duece, fUCK, calling ah truce

Finger tighten ah noose, no sounds or a move

Or 9 straight pointed at yo muthafuckin dome

Got at chrome 44, make you gone, in a second

Talkin all that shit , this da fuckin resurrection

Taking no losses, only shootin to yo mid section

Coming out da kut with a laced up blunt

On the hunt, fo any busta wanna fuckin run up

Blowing smoke out this hut, on the run, tryna catch another nut

This 12 gauge Knuck bucks and this shit don’t give a fuck

The one eighty six, da doomshop shit

Dropping acid on some fuck you shit

Take you out inna verse, hear my name you dispurse

Bangin shots it gets worse, from the coffin to da hearse

Immerse , diverse, no plans or rehearse

Dropping bombs , feel tha burst, it’s tha legend, Cursed