Butcher meets Leatherface

Black Soprano Family
Payne

Now this feel like when DMX came, uh-huh
LeatherFace this the BSF gang, call the EMS
We riding like the BMX games, big heat
Big Meech with the BMF chain
See I train more rap it up, chainsaw massacre
Heavy metal bullets knock the pain of your Acura
Sharpshooter, I can knock the fangs off of Dracula
Propane, I brought this cocaine in to Africa
Word to Pellegrino I am El Padrino
Got that Westside Gunn right in my El Camino
New Jack City you die if you yell at Nino
Clips full of bald-heads bitch I'm selling chemo
We the best, I got dozens of reasons
Benny ain't signed me neither, he summoned a demon
The bullets blasting out the gun it's a wonderful season
Plant these dummies in the ground for underachieving
This is getting spooky, this is a trippy vibe
Rap ain't delivered in beats, nigga, I'm Ricky Hyde
BLACK SOPRANO FAMILY, hold the blicky high
We taking shots of whiskey right when Nipsey died
Henny and jewelry, plenty of toolery, semi fit suitably
I'm a killer that's why Benny recruited me
Millionaire nigga, keep them pennies you threw at me
If you ain't talking sensibly, they gon' send me a eulogy
Undisputably what the people need
This a massacre rap 'til I make the speakers bleed
This that audio dope, nigga, you eat and breathe
Swizz Beatz, I'm feeding you these Alicia Keys
They try to call us thugs like that's all it was
Real life Goodfellas like Uncle Paulie was
Cold Colt .45's let the .40 bust
Menage a Trois with two burners, this the orgy club
My nigga Benny chose to pass the baton
Westside Gunn said that they just drafted LeBron
Griselda Records, motherfucker, ain't no matching the grime
Osama Bin Laden, I'm back with the bomb, it's Payne
I'm officially on the roster
Money and bitches, pistols and choppers
Backwoods and Dutchess, Swishers and vodka
I don't do no riddles, you want your issue we got cha

When that Beretta spray, see how many of head'll take
Never bring me no featherweight
Sine The Butcher and Leatherface
I need a five gram blunt just to medicate
It get harder when the coke and water separate
Realist niggas I know, still sitting on that bunk
Surviving off contraband and two visits every month
I'm the type that'll rob you when I'm already up
These bars hit like a tank, you gotta live with every punch
I'm talking coke sells, all kind of shit
Hotel, lotta brick
I'm at my plug house eating Rotel, nacho dip
In San Antonio but no Gregg Popovich
If he change his number on us just make sure you'll stock and fit
I sold every drug in the city and then blew up
Like I just ate the same spaghetti that Em' threw up
BSF, you need a thousand bullets to ten toe us
Bag for a bitch they only make in Europe
Ask Shade, ask City Boy, fuck it, ask God
How I ran this rap shit and never slacked off
You the one that bring it back, never take your tax off
The game ugly but it's beautiful like a black swan
Yeah
I say the Butcher comin' in this horror
Deuce and a quarter, feather in my fedora
Lighting trees like we're trying to burn down the forest
I'm on my Griselda shit, bullet sounds for a chorus motherfucker

Argh
Black Soprano Family, nigga, yeah, the Butcher and Leatherface
Ayo hold up
Ayo Payne, kill these niggas, kill these niggas, argh