Undertaker vs. Goldberg

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Westside Gunn] Brr Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Doot, doot Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom Ayo Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot [Verse: Westside Gunn] Ayo, I heard a hundred shots, where the shells at? (Shells at) (Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot) Shell catchers on a stick out the Hellcat (Skrt) I fuck so-and-so, but I fell back (But I fell back) These bitches ain't shit, I thought I'd tell that (Thought I'd tell that) Pulled up slow, I had the Bs on the wheels (Ah) Left my cellie eleven years ago, he locked up still (Free Black) Richard Mille red band, you lookin' like a dead man Undertaker versus Goldberg (Ah); Pyrex, I wanna thank you Ayo, the TEC was a throwaway (Brr), these base from the older days This for my niggas in mess hall eatin' kosher trays Pray you come home soon, my niggas got on Rue My bitch got on Margiela, I fucked her on Porsche leather (Skrt) Niggas on the yard on our Blood shit (Ah) The fresh came home and didn't drop it (Ah) Your baby mom's trash, I had to dog the bitch (I had to dog the bitch) New work, old stove Pyrex I wanna thank you (Thank you) [Outro] "This contest is scheduled for one fall, Goldberg From Death Valley, the Undertaker" [Part II] [Intro: Westside Gunn] Brr Griselda Brr [Verse 1: Westside Gunn] Ayo, over the stoves, rockin' Hugo, free Sly out the you-know (Ah) The new king of New York, lord, I got the Hugo Trappin' out the fiend spot, the bitch had Section 8 One deal went real bad, we had to wet the place (Brr, brr) Denims Mankind, I'm talking Foley with the leather face My coke got a better taste, legend wrote on my resumé (Ah) Gold if you ask me, gave hope if you ask me Why he so flashy? The MAC in the back seat (Brr) Got crack on the rap sheet, that's a fact (That's a fact) If one of us gets caught, nigga, never rat (Never rat) Make sure whoever get caught, nigga, lock a fat (Ah) Get the C.O. to bring a phone in, nigga, I hit you back (Ring) [Interlude: Conway the Machine] Let me hit you right back, nigga Hol' up [Verse 2: Conway the Machine] Uh, free the homies locked in correctional Know niggas in Upstate prisons and those that's in Federal (Standin' tall) Disrespect the crew and we catch you, then we stretchin' you Drop a bag and have it done by one of your niggas next to you Hit was done so exceptional, police thought it's professional Left a few fingers in the mailbox, we buried what's left of you (Hahaha) Yeah, that's how them niggas in GxF'll do The chain and the watch got VSs too, bitch, let us through (Uh huh) Yeah, masterpieces on the arm, nigga (Cash) My shooter play with drums, and he love to perform, nigga (Brr) I had to switch the band, now I rock the orange Richard Flow nasty like corn liquor, I'm the don, nigga (I'm the don, nigga) You palm blickers, I'm a Dom sipper (Ah) R&B bitches play with they pussy to Con pictures (Hahaha) Yeah, they love my songs, now my mom's richer (Cash) One of my homies overdosed, he sniffed the wrong mixture (Rest in peace, homie) Uh, it was fentanyl in the batch (Uh) No question, y'all, I'm a legend off of these raps (Talk to 'em) Disrespect the squad, I be lettin' off with this MAC (Boom, boom, boom) Hollow tips from my weapon all in his back (Ha) If we catch him, it's curtains, we gon' wet him and murk him Any beef I had is finished, shit is yet to resurface Them bullets hit Machine in his head and neck, didn't hurt him Now we on 'Hitler 7', West, we definitely workin', ah (We workin', nigga, yeah) [Outro] "Now, tonight Tonight, some lucky lady's dream is about to come true And if you don't know what that means, you're about to find out..."