Behead the Kings - Outerspace

I ain’t new to the game faggot, I been rappin'

You tell lies in the booth, that means you been actin'

I been smashin' on this mic, I been spazzin'

I’m completely focused motherfucker, distraction

My hand is steady when the four fifth lift at 'em, shit happens when you faggot

niggas hear the click clackin

911 call em up keep 'em dispatchin, that means you talk to police and speak pig

latin

I’m done with it all, I move past you petty haters

Gun to your jaw, you ready, you can meet your maker

I’m a man of god but I don’t need a savior

I do my dirt all up on my lonely, I don’t need a favor

Fuck a bitch, fuck 'em all nigga, fuck the world

I’m good by myself little boy and little girl, I made my bed so y’all pay the

consequence

I got devils in my head sayin' I gotta vent, I got an angel on my shoulder say

I should repent

But the devil keeps on winnin' 'cause I’m kinda bent

I’m coming for blood, I’m broke I don’t got a cent, so don’t be brave,

have a little common sense

Everything is everything, pulling out them heavy things

The official pistol gang, clutching the machete swing

Outerspace can turn your brain to spaghetti rings, anything

Bring the guillotine, we behead the kings

What you retarded or something?

I leave you heartless if nothing

If anything I leave you wheezin' in your coffin for frontin'

For real I’m the fuego, and the bullets hasta luego

Every syllable scorch ya, every word like waco, every verse fatal

I ain’t votin' for pedro, I vote for the niggas that put pesos in my payroll,

yup

I’m Chase Utley with the louisville, swingin' at the labels 'cause they want me

signing stupid deals, for real?

This shit be irritating me, I feel like Rikers Island 'cause the demons ain’t

escaping me, now

I need a new eight to squeeze, hate to see the paper freeze

Too much on the plate for me, full course meal, bulldozin' through the

forcefield, fool’s dozin' off, ho’s and altar boys still

You need to duck now, avoid the ricochet

We makin' them hits nigga, you hittin the triple blades (?)

Niggas say I leave your district in disarray, you dissin but nigga I don’t hear

your diss gettin' played

My flow Fiji, my voice trample your tipi, every sample dismantled and leave you

greener than kiwi

Everything is everything, pulling out them heavy things

The official pistol gang, clutching the machete swing

Outerspace can turn your brain to spaghetti rings, anything

Bring the guillotine, we behead the kings