Kill for Hashem

Lyrics

(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 them 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 5-50 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