Fibre Optic Weapons

Yo, yo, yo, I ain't gotta get on my knees
Mahdi is too gracious
Tracking devices in the bag
I ain't gotta chase it
Anti-everything, except green, I'm a racist
Levels to the game and all
Type of wild stages
Scarred up inside the booth
You embrace my rages
Connected with Vinnie and pass me
A bag of lasers
Innovative, fire lines like all
My food is cajun headshots take 'em out
So we do more than graze 'em
Lines like it came from the
Mind of Wes Craven
Product of struggle and pain
Basically what it gave 'em
Something you could only find
Inside the deepest pavement
Like God or Satan
Made the most outta this arrangement
Still banging and still reporting
Look how he lay 'em
Forever right for the course, the boss
Look how he lay 'em

I got somethin' for the
B-boys, kid, it's hardcore, it's hardcore
I got somethin' for the
B-boys, kid, it's hardcore, it's hardcore
I got somethin' for the
B-boys, kid, it's hardcore, it's hardcore
I got somethin' for the B-boys, kid
It's hardcore, for the B-boys, kid

We seen the presidents in black
Robes and pointy hoods up to no good
Worshipin' burnin' owls in the woods
Worshipin' burning towers as they
Stood to collapse
In front of the world and the
Cloud of burning bodies to soot
Age of vengeance, this is essence of death
Exorcist, smite the devil in majestic bliss
Global conquest, effortless
I gave him 10 bitcoins for 11 bricks
I'm forever slick
My mind spray, shootout with the CIA
Jump through Stargate
Ubers like in a William
Cooper stupid supercoven
Shoot your-mother cult
Leader-of-four hundred cult
Bloody killers that are hungry, dysfunction
Destruction
Grab Uzi, aim, shoot, insta-Beirut
Attract a grapefruit
She wanna rock a chain to stay true
But they shot the windows out
Where your kids live eat shit and die
Your new name is "shit list"

A goof do goofy shit, homie you a sucka
The yappa had 'em sleepin' in his
Whip like he a trucker
Adherence to the Sunnah and his
Word is word to mother
Police could talk to you and get a name
'cause you a sucka if you wanna get some
Get a pound from the pub
I was nothin', homie
Then I got it out of the mud
Listen, the Sig Sauer make his family tremor
Dressed in all black like somebody
Lost a family member
He looked for God but he gonna find the devil
But God finds his vessel
Water finds it's level there's goons here
They was plotting robberies out
And the semi Barrett
It'll take your arteries out
Homie was OG and did a bit in Walla Walla
It's never mask off, it's only a balaclava
I got 13's they will pick up the deuce
It's a G-36 and it's big as a moose

I got somethin' for the
B-boys, kid, it's hardcore, it's hardcore
I got somethin' for the
B-boys, kid, it's hardcore, it's hardcore
I got somethin' for the
B-boys, kid, it's hardcore, it's hardcore
I got somethin' for the B-boys, kid
It's hardcore