im abdullah the butcher pay respect or im pulling the cooker you might as well kill yourself im thrilling to push you even if you survive son you still bitch cause im waiting anxiously to pull the kill switch your body still stiff rigor mortis i bring pain its as raw as kane s chorus i seen pain that was pure as rich porter s i seen brains that was poured on six corners listen to orders vinnie paz remains heartless thats due to my fixation on the darkness just give me a forty a idiot and billy dee youll see what the psychology of philly really be yeah im from the birth place of rocky my left hook to the body is like arturo gatti you couldnt stop me i fucking brain drill i stick around a while to witness how the pain feels fucking faggot we in the game where we smash for freedoms raw producers cribs look like wax museums we set up shop round up and attack the region see a hundred puerto ricans on banshees leaning we out to slaughter people we that raw puericos we them revolutionists cause no laws equal we them executioners guard your cerebral or pick your brain matter up in gods cathedral dont sleep i put a dagger to your chin approach you real smooth with the swagger of a pimp make you stagger with a limp im a addict for the gin like a catholic for the sins speaking ratchets through their lips and you passionate to live but that chapter dont exist i put the ratchet to your rib and make a bastard out of your kids make a casket out of your crib while im smashing out your wizz have a gatling for the kid and im laughing at the bitch the most immaculate spit most elaborate with the gift then dip my whole team till theres carats on their wrists i need rocky finger tips next slaughter begins so when we step up in the spot dont nobody forget one im the type that could slaughter a syllable you killable rap niggas spit words too pitiful i pity the fools im sick with the tools we shitting on dudes you need to be more hip to the news we ruthless untamed tiger tally your votes im number one draft pick man endorse my quote you heard sport i loc i escort my folk we deep like dead bodies on tour i know we ride like coupe devilles aim shoot to kill os and jedi mind we the truth for real so ill we rock three piece suits and build like reservoir dogs in the booth i spill i feel more official were still lone on our hills g5 shine bright like its stainless steel the name is real outerspace the reign is real if you cant stand the rain then this aint your field stupid