By Any Means Necessary

Lyrics

[Produced by Damian Def] [Intro: Malcolm X & gamemast15r] By any means necessary By any means necessary motherfucker Betta recognize Yeah, ahem [Verse 1: gamemast15r] Looking out my window, paranoid, strapped with a Mac I catch game cause they caught in the trap I skin em' alive, wear em' then hang them on the rack I love trophies, I love hanging up all my plaques Bitch you front on me then you getting capped You bitch on me then you getting smacked You snitch on me then you getting whacked Don't cross into my borders like this shit was El Paso You'se a master splinter rat, shoot right through your backbone Another shit rat rap line, make critics cringe like "that's old" Cause you sound like Vinnie Paz and you using his last flows Shut the fuck up, unload clips, no more room to speak No more food to eat, I shoot at anyone who could lead I'm a curse, who the fuck would want to give birth To anything that resembles my presence I'd be quick enough to smack you back down to the devil in seconds [Verse 2: Almighty U-Sorcerer] And I'd be catching the body, the Devil second to none I killed a nigga on the stands because he threatened to run I know my Toronto family ain't ready for what happens next Smack his ass to death, now pass the TEC Protect myself by any means necessary, Malcolm X Seen so many broads today, don't know who I'll be smashing next I'm a real ass nigga, we don't fuck with Alice In Chains Your family gon' be passing away, the gats to the brains You'll be crying when this shit is done and over with First thing on my Christmas list with a gun and loaded clips I'm so pissed off, I could go pop a clip now I don't fuck with 12, I don't mean Apocalypse Now Heard the tap on the phone, change what we talking about I killed the king just so these niggas would toss me the crown My new nickname is the modern Jeffrey Dahmer Blowing marijuana right outside the Benihana's This is for the niggas who said I was misdirected Send so many shots, only one who know you is your dentist [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3: gamemast15r] I see your face go pale white when you're facing the phantom I'll race the McLaren, shoot out both of your eyes starin', it's a pairing I'll put more holes inside of your chest than Shia Labeouf Dyin' is tough but face the facts, at least you won't lie in the mud I'll chew on the flesh and gnaw on your bones I'll let loose my dogs on your home And when you're dead I'll never leave your coffin alone Shit on your grave, just like how I shit on your poems I'm ready for battle, ride up, steady the cattle Don't be fuckin' with Jason cause his machete will get at you I'm the unholy exorcist, contort into several positions But I'm the only one you come to cause I got the best of the wisdom Everything you do will only rest in fiction Every outcome is predictable, nobody's expectin' you livin' Shoot at you to make you wax off, motherfuck a Karate Kid Colt .45 gonna make you do the body twitch [Verse 4: Almighty U-Sorcerer] I'm alien high, I'm feeling like a space cadet I'm Jason Bourne, nah, fuck that shit, I'm Jason X I shot up the car and killed 6 people, going to jail unless They try to sue me 6 times for the same offense Niggas turning to ghosts, take out a whole gang with an exorcism They didn't wanna see me blow up, I ain't talking terrorism We the niggas who turn the Hampton houses to abandoned houses While my momma was still out working some standard hours I never switch up on my gang, fuck a rite of passage I go mad up in the cut, kill them, a crime of passion By the time I was 13, I was buying caskets They said they'd never switch up on a nigga, lying bastards It ain't friendly fire, he got hit up in the line of action At the back door, Uzi bullets through the sliding panel Your bitch up on me but that hoe forgot a riding saddle When the lights went out, me and lil G was lighting candles [Instrumental Break] [Verse 5: Almighty U-Sorcerer] Fuck a lonely hearts club, I'm a lonely hearts killer Robbed a Hard Rock Cafe, left with only hard liquor My money started to stretch like a yoga teacher Shot in the neck, bleeding out the mouth, ebola fever Next up, we robbed an Orange Julius, ain't talking Romans, Caesar And I already told you niggas, could've boned my teacher Now she a background character, a bonus feature So high, we tried to buy Rari's from a Toyota dealer [Verse 6: gamemast15r] Revenge is best served with cold dishes My flow vicious, killing frankly I gotta be slow with it Blood on the sands with a gun in my hand Talking to all my dogs like I'm son of the sam Bring the flame to ya grill when I'm cookin' with biscuits And ya'll act like I'm not the illest cook in the kitchin The shit I do will make you shook, it's a given Cause I make you disappear as if I was a magician A killer's on revenge, pray for my sins Cause in the end if you don't then you'll get slayed with your kin Making these ends, fuck it I'm just rolling in dough I don't cry, lord knows my flow is so cold Pull the fo-fo, let loose on your corpse Pop open your skull like I pop open the doors on a Porsche Fuck with a killer, only one way it can end Cause everyone on the block knows that I'm out for revenge By Any Means Necessary [Outro] (Gunshots) Take that Mothafuckas!!