[Verse 1]

Rap's Phil Spector

Always in black with the funeral director

Glenwood Projects rec-room

Got twenty goons in the butcher sweaters

I never shake, potato on the barrel that's safe

My kerosene best in Brooklyn

No jakes, snitches, I'll hit your wakes

Stakes are high

Got no more time to be wastin' Upstate

Got nine inch twelve pellets per cartridge, black partridge

I leave it to fate

Bouquet of flowers shipped to your wake

Children of Doom, we break that coke down with the paste

I'm too ferocious

Anybody seein' me senseless

Since park benches and dead lieutenants

And soldiers Screamin' for Vengeance

I flood the hood with sedatives

Schemes of Edmund Kemper's

Felonies in bagel stores, you can find me where the hemp is

Timbs got blood in 'em from the park like Jenny Levin

Henny, DMT in the Coupe, Carcass and Def Leppard

[Hook x2]

Modern network, drug farmers, Satan worshippers

Trap Metal, project goons, young murderers

Young gentlemen, muzzle loaders, coke burglars

Boar's Head, FEMA fatigues, all surfaces

[Verse 2]

Head bangers who pump rock, will probably get your sherm on

I got some ugly bitches for sale too, like Sandra Bernhard

Born certified, murder guys, way to work inside

Toxicologist, feel special 'cause you're the first to die

Dune buggies, Farragut Road, like it's a catacomb

Tuna casseroles, coke slings, I'm baby McEnroe

Playin' God, it's after macabre, officer massacre

Sprayed his badge next to his brains, give me a spatula

Berkowitz row, I do it when I'm servin' that snow

Murkin' the coast, workin' that toast

FBI files already post

Mausoleum status, check the second rows

I came from nothin', I got nothin', I stop your pulse

Turn your body to a cause Behind the Wall of Sleep

Cauldrons elite, got Hebrew killers stormin' to eat

[Hook x2]

Modern network, drug farmers, Satan worshippers

Trap Metal, project goons, young murderers

Young gentlemen, muzzle loaders, coke burglars

Boar's Head, FEMA fatigues, all surfaces

[Verse 3]

Live off the interest of two mill', from groovy pills

Turn bitches to mummies, I take their checks, and leave 'em nil

Cats play me too close, you're lightin' the loafers

Let me check your glucose, too much sugar up in your fuckin' toasters

Glenwood Projects tradition

Born killers, no religion

550 Benz, no friends, goon business

New addictions, I heard being broke is a superstition

Since I seen the ghost in the kitchen, taught me the most conviction

[Hook x2]

Modern network, drug farmers, Satan worshipers

Trap Metal, project goons, young murderers

Young gentlemen, muzzle loaders, coke burglars

Boar's Head, FEMA fatigues, all services