Spiritual Harassment

Lyrics

[Richard Kuklinski & ATF Agent Dominick Polifrone Intro] I got a few problems I wanna dispose of by havin' the branch I wanna get rid of, yeah Only fuckin' thing I don't understand, don't you use a fuckin' piece of iron to get rid of these fuckin' people, you use this fuckin', uh, cyanide? Why be messy? You do it nice and calm [Verse 1: Gore Elohim] The hood don't ever use banks, only bags of sulfur Range Rovers with roof racks so the bodies holdin' This rap shit is like poppy flowers and cocoa fields Any deal we hustle from stolen goods to Frozenville Old Pan, I got bitches home for pills to smoke My projects like Syria whеre we slit your throat No option, all my fiends rеsemble Kate Gosselin If they got a hot dose, it had to be imposters Penny plastered for Oxys, Rock 'n Roll doctors Project monsters, Washington Heights to Sri Lanka Killer with a toolbox, you layin' low like 2Pac I'm up in new spots, earn my stripes like tube socks [Verse 2: Tragedy Khadafi] Mistrials and fouls in Queensbridge houses Women, I arouse them, my crown just astounds them Real status, attitude humble, but I stay grounded Built with the Black Sopranos, pushin' Lambos Understand my thirst for power far as my hand goes Round table discussions, niggas is stuntin' Back down when them 4 wheels is comin', because we gunnin' like Black Panther parties in the '60's, swervin' 8-50's Numerous plots on my life, they all missed me (Yeah) Ties in Sicily, Hannah will conquered that I move where the streets be, and all my killers see Mahdi move like that Euro stack currency Hip Hop forgive me not, embed me in your brain Sacrificed everything to give you what I aim Yellow scholar aristocrats and diplomats Prophetic lines for my hood rap, is all that [Verse 3: Gore Elohim] I like thick mommies like J-Lo's fupa Gore Hinckley, Jimmy the Jet, pass me the Lou Duva Dirty Harry tanned suitcase, to all the more is sturdy Bitches thirsty like barracudas that try to burn me Scared money is fear, I break it down like mucus You in the back of a bloody Superjack up to shoe fifths Felony footwear, bitches ain't shit, just a bleedin' wound Ceremony nights are in frost through your Freezing Moon Autopsy theater made so the coffin fits A kid raises the altar so I've been tortured since They keep playin' in my wake, but I was born to win Fuck goin' to court, I will book a flight and be out in 10