Petrus Steel

I'ma blam blam this big
Bad Heckler and slide
And this is full of allegory
Like it's Jekyll and Hyde
The Bugatti Veyron is a hell of a ride
He auto-asphyxiated with the devil inside
See me? I'm a motherfucking
Savage in the street
I make in one hour what you average in a week
See the drums
This a bad bitch marriage to the beat
I'm the Bam Bam Bigelow damaging a beat
It's life, motherfucker
Toe tippin like a mouse
In a verse, come to worse
I'll just flip another house
We're just cooking in a motherfucking
Kitchen and we're out you can starve
But I'm eating in the middle of a drought
It's a homicide
Whether you believe it or not
This revolver hold six like
I'm picking the dot this is free, pa
You ain't gotta pay me to box
And my hands is bloody like
Somebody gave me the ox muerte!

I'm still a White Nigga, piece of shit
Christ killer
Caucasoid mutant from the mountains
With the hype trigger
Question everything, piss everybody off
Guerilla war, I saw the top of the shotty off
Strawberry ball Jerseys
The young Paul Kersey
Superstitious like black cats
On floor thirteen goons and pistols pop off
Clapping at your team
Youthful villains of war, banished
Return kings phil Leotardo

We make the metal talk like C-3PO
Like a viking that pray for
Death in the freezing cold
Like hearing happy bitches on
The prison phone
Professors now cook crack on
The kitchen stoves
Satanic acid rituals, all systems go!
Hollow tips explode and whistle
Like a Piccolo at your dome spinning like a
Hoe on a stipper pole
Ante-Up and scream squad vocals
, in the vicious supreme box logos