Kill All Rats

Demond Price, Randy Nichols, Jerome Allen

The lifestyles of the cold and heartless (yea)
My truth don't come to the light
I write with the soul of darkness
Throw your carcass back of the alley
Right by them golden arches
Rolled in carpet, body is rotten
Was shockin' to know the charges
So accomplished, the corner store is like my oval office
Slow and cautious, meticulous and sick when I load the cartridge
Blow your cartilage in a million pieces
With a brilliant thesis
I'm a god to these gangsters like a Sicilian Jesus
Still a creature, spittin' fire 'cause I'm filled with ether
Steel'll greet ya, give 'em sixteen with the beam and spill his features
Fill the bleachers (woo) like I'm Jordan shootin'
I'm the raw pollution, call the troops in
The greatest, so what we all disputin'? (What we talkin' about?)
Nigga, I never lost a victim (never)
The Larkin ripped 'em
Then it's back to the long nose like I'm Larsa Pippen
Bars are sickenin' I got across the system (yea)
Y'all niggas lost your vision
Read it in Braille, I'll be a source of wisdom

Ay, yo, check, I got Rugers for Judas and hollows for Donnie Brasco (fuck)
Leave your fear of God holy and send you to meet apostles
Before my rap was poppin' I pushed powder for nostrils (I did)
In cahoots with wild violent dire moves, makin' plots to pop you
Send you to the upper room, fuck the hospital (fuck it)
Leave your soul cozy in a box, like a Prada shoe (haha)
Pretty ghetto thots who I decide to screw, but never hit it raw
But have her traffic in her soft inside a condom too
If I get knocked, she pop the pussy on a conjugal (uh-huh)
I came up the Con way, sellin' everybody food (I did)
Acid, weed, pills and hard rock like Mötley Crüe
Hard-headed, didn't give a fuck if mommy knew (sorry mommy)
Turn one to two and then the clan fed
Took a oath that I would slice the throat of any Danny Hernandez (fucker)
Had six nines in my possession but I sold 'em all
Never tell you motherfuckers to who, I know protocol
The food stamps transformed to Franklins and filet mignon (uh-huh)
Truffle butter swiggin', ace of spades like it's Évian
Dick ridin' rappers, I slide off with your baby mom ( I will)
Have her testin' out molly batches in a lacy thong
We rob Paul, pop Peter, sold eighths to John
Mother Mary and Joseph until my paper long
Motherfucker, get the fuck outta here

Look, I'm Thanos with the gauntlet
They know they don't want this (nah)
You niggas Play-Doh, they gon' spray your mom's shit (brrt)
They so heartless, ain't no compassion, nigga, ain't no conscience
They carry FN's they gon' take precautions (boom, boom, boom, boom)
They know Con get crazy at the minimum, he gon' take your arm with
One of the missiles that my draco launches (brrt)
That's why when I say, "What's shakin'?" Ain't no responses (what's been shakin'?)
Drumwork mafia gang, bitch, they gon' bomb shit
Hardest shit in the streets, I shake the Tri-state
Look nigga, you gamblin' with your life
You know it's high stakes (it's high stakes, nigga)
Water was too hot, make that mayo jar and that pot break (fuck)
Fucked up a quarter-brick, man that shit had me irate
Big Ghost, fuck it, sample the noise my fork and pot make (hahaha)
25K for a feature, nigga, that's my rate (that's my rate)
They say they gon' do somethin' to me? Well, I cannot wait (I'm waitin')
We gon' shoot up your wake, nigga
Fuck niggas can't even die safe (boom, boom, boom, boom)
You niggas is not safe

And for you, buck, buck, buck, 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck
And for you, buck, buck, buck, 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck

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