[Verse 1: Inspectah Deck]
The only time they go hard's when they having sex
Six-shotter Smith, hotter than the dragon's breath
Original Dark Knight, I’m Adam West
My chick notice the burn, she like Sharon Gless
Deck's official, got a whistle and pin stripes
Be Smooth B, everything Greg Nice and heads like
Son, take performance enhancers
Barry Bond flow, so they talking outlandish
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
The Glock that I brandish put my thoughts on the canvas
7L made the beat, CZARFACE doing damage
The god of chaos, his squad is way off
Rap life, sweatsuit, not a day off
Stay off the dilly, the bars is silly, guard your grilly
I bark at rappers like Sir Charles in Philly
I'm wild, down the back like a rotary phone
The wolf pack's back, tell them coyotes we home
[Verse 3: Esoteric]
I’m that Ketel, I’m that Grey, you that bottom shelf
I am not God fearing, I am God himself
Your track was aight 'til they went and put your vocals on
You ain't paint a picture man, that’s a photobomb
I crop you out, my mission: murder everything
You do it natural like Ken Griffey swing
Hit it out of the park, yeah I spit a powerful dart
Rough sound like bloodhounds when they bark
I got snipers that will lounge in the dark
The only time they go hard's when they having sex
Six-shotter Smith, hotter than the dragon's breath
Original Dark Knight, I’m Adam West
My chick notice the burn, she like Sharon Gless
Deck's official, got a whistle and pin stripes
Be Smooth B, everything Greg Nice and heads like
Son, take performance enhancers
Barry Bond flow, so they talking outlandish
[Verse 2: Esoteric]
The Glock that I brandish put my thoughts on the canvas
7L made the beat, CZARFACE doing damage
The god of chaos, his squad is way off
Rap life, sweatsuit, not a day off
Stay off the dilly, the bars is silly, guard your grilly
I bark at rappers like Sir Charles in Philly
I'm wild, down the back like a rotary phone
The wolf pack's back, tell them coyotes we home
[Verse 3: Esoteric]
I’m that Ketel, I’m that Grey, you that bottom shelf
I am not God fearing, I am God himself
Your track was aight 'til they went and put your vocals on
You ain't paint a picture man, that’s a photobomb
I crop you out, my mission: murder everything
You do it natural like Ken Griffey swing
Hit it out of the park, yeah I spit a powerful dart
Rough sound like bloodhounds when they bark
I got snipers that will lounge in the dark
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