[Verse 1: GAWNE]
Crypt just called, he said he's lookin’ to scrap
He wanted GAWNE up on the track‚ because I murder the raps
Well yo‚ Crypt‚ homie, just know that I got your back
Even if I gotta be a lyrical bully to Dax
Just give me the orders, run up and kick your door in‚ hit 'em with fifty mortars
Rigor mortis, kill 'em and leave their corpses on other people’s doorsteps
Enter the morgue with venom, and then I get morbid‚ evil and horrid, imminent torture
Reapin' the organs outta the orphans, bodily portions, gotta be foreskins
And now they like, "Woah!
How the fuck he spit and just murder so many flows?"
I don't know, I was bred for this shit since '96
Makin' hits since an embryo, I been the G.O.A.T.​
I could do flibbity hibbity, enterin' in the vicinity, cookin' up hits like I'm Breaking Bad
Walter White Jessie when makin’ amphetamines, shit’s gettin' messy, I’m finna be killin' the enemy
Never see any serenity when I be mentally heavily off of the Hennessy
Sippin' the liquor, I lick it up, lickety-split, and my liver, then kick in
Wit' a little bit of venom and I’m never gonna let up, got to get up from the bottom, put the motherfuckin' pedal to the metal
When I'm headed, I'm goin' mental, in retrospect, I probably should check my stress
But I'm never gonna second-guess this shit, it's over, I won
This beat is O. J.'s wife by the time that I'm done

[Interlude 1: Moxas]
Moxas!
Yeah, check!
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