[Verse 1: ILL BILL]

Be afraid is your best option

Your brain on the wall, your eyes on the desk watchin’

Versace chopsticks and rock shrimps, the top chefs

Experts at makin’ Pyrex stretch

El Magico all it take is half a shotty to catch a body

He had the fuckin’ silencer wrapped up like a salami

Shot three of you’s, sounded like a baby sneeze

Stick trigger fully automatic baby squeeze

I sent shooters on scooters

Snipers on motorcycles, cruisers out of Ubers

Plus I supplied the Rugers

UZI’s, Llamas and Lugers, Illuminati Palooza

Plus I don't know how you maneuver

Make a move, I’ll leave your fuckin’ head smokin’ like a Hookah

Give your dome piece a crew-cut

It’ll happen so fast you won’t even know who or what

[Interlude]

Be Afraid!

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]

Look, thirty shot MAC, violators perish (Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!)

Got in the game with a flow that niggas obviously cherished (Huh)

Jump out the Masi the shit on my necklace about a hundred carats (Talk to 'em!)

Hand on my shotty and I’m probably finna air it (Boom boom boom boom!)

I shit on anything niggas send me to spit on (Ah!)

Any niggas get out of line, I dump a clip on (Brr!)

Before rap, I was in them kitchens getting my mix on

Carpal tunnel all in my wrist from getting my whip on

I’m realer than them rappers you deem to be real niggas

You call ‘em big homie, to me he a lil’ nigga (Haaah!)

If it’s smoke, I ain’t never too busy to deal with ya

But I call lil' brody and ensure that you killed quicker

Spill liquor, still pictures on light poles (Huh)

Drum all in the stick, it ain’t heavy, that’s the light pole

Ten piece on your head, yeah, I know the price low

They wanna make sure it’s done before the end of the night though (Hahahaja!)

Machine, alright, yo?

Yeah

[Interlude]

Be Afraid!

[Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch]

Spit that fire from the pit of my soul it's never debatable

Your bio is degrading, thank God it's biodegradable

You need to sell pork sausages in a Synagogue, look

All my dogs are cold, the Iditarod

And that there is a Klondike bar

For any female MC asking me for sixteens, I'm like

What would you do for this Klondike bar?

Slam any MC on the concrete you consider hard

Thought any scheme but guessed to God a worthy plan

Shit on any so-called King and Queen

Leave to latrine

Then I deal you a dirty hand

You should be afraid, you should be very afraid

Try to escape, I will mutilate you in various ways

When the chariot swing down, I'll make the chariot stay

And prayin' for Vibranium to destroy the Aryan Hoods with

Gymstar, no cardio, no facelift

[Interlude]

Be Afraid!

I.T :-

That's it, let go, be afraid be afraid!

Bill :-

We may have the stones!

I.T :-

You all taste so much better when you're afraid afraid

Bill :-

Right, Bev, kill it, kill it!

I.T

Kill, hack, uh-huh, oh you're a priceless brat, I am eternal child

I am the eater of worlds, and of children, and you are next!

Eddie :-

This is battery acid, you slime!