There Will Be Blood

Lyrics

[Intro: Ransom] Yeah Shit terrifying, man Y'all should be really terrified, boy Yeah, uh-huh [Verse 1: Ransom] Payne and Ransom, we aim and got 'em Grave and solemn, solemnly swear to tear 'til your frame is rotten Save your problems (Save that shit) I'm the rapper's version of David Goggins Pain is throbbin'; enter my sight and I will erase your login Face your goblins (Ah), that's eye-to-eye with your demons I'm side by side with these heathens; to my surprise, I'm the reason I'm idolized in these regions, the fakest dudes I could break in two Get taken, too - you feelin' like Liam Neeson or Rae Carruth? Let's play the truth, show 'em the ropes 'Cause I'm 'bout to raise the noose, I'll break the truce Put holes in your throat the size of a basic fruit (Doo doo doo doo) Just lace your boots, you ain't prepared for war if you scared to draw I'll paint the roof, the sixteen chapel, grapple and shake the booth This fake abuse (Whoo), who really want drama with Young Osama? 1-0 bomba, I don't ever miss shells from the gun, Your Honor One who ponders (Yeah) Gets caught lackin' back of his mother's Honda Son'll bomb ya, got some African killers that's from Ukanda I'm a mamba (Let's go), I hustle like Master P with a half a ki A slab at least, I turn a fantastic feat to a drastic leap I know some killers that love to put in work, that won't last a week You askin' me? The art of tranquility's how you master peace You half-asleep, I snuck in a plastic piece, I'ma smash the streets A bastard's speech; you ever seen acid leak on a classic beat? The last degree, I'm hotter than molten lava, the old Sinatra Glass of Clic' (Shit), or maybe some golden vodka Unload the chopper, r-r-raa! [Verse 2: RJ Payne] My soul or chakras cold as a COVID doctor, the old Baraka Boulder chopper, baggin' up pillows the size of Oprah knockers Tote the locker like I'm from Opa-locka, close to lockup Bitch, whatever, we stick together like Ghost and Tasha Smoke with Rastas This drink for my daddy, let's toast to Papa Quote a boxer, and nigga, we get it shakin' like both maracas Smokin' proper These rappers are pussy, they soakin' boxers, choke imposters Pull up on niggas shootin', like, "No que pasa" Bust a move, I got somethin' big in the trunk We ain't friends, it's fuck you, nigga, suck my dick from the jump The Russian stick with the pump, rubber grip on the front And UFOs are real, I sat in the mothership with a blunt Payne - I'm inexplicably great The dispensary got me high as the penitentiary gates Press so hard on the paper, pen eventually breaks The MAC-10'll empty a quarter century in your face It fell in my lap, I'm tellin' the facts, fellas adapt Any issue? We pistol whip you until your skeleton crack Out for the paper, that's how I fell in the trap Let a bullet battle my haters, then we can sell it to Smack, nigga I'm the greatest alive, blatantly Ain't a surprise, I knew it the day that God created me Stay inside, bullets'll paint your ride creatively They get robbed, depending what they decide to say to me Payne