[Intro: Ransom]
Yeah
Shit terrifying, man
Y'all should be really terrified, boy
Yeah, uh-huh
[Verse 1: Ransom]
Payne and Ransom, we aim and got 'em
Grave and solemn, solemnly swear to tear 'til your frame is rotten
Save your problems (Save that shit)
I'm the rapper's version of David Goggins
Pain is throbbin'; enter my sight and I will erase your login
Face your goblins (Ah), that's eye-to-eye with your demons
I'm side by side with these heathens; to my surprise, I'm the reason
I'm idolized in these regions, the fakest dudes I could break in two
Get taken, too - you feelin' like Liam Neeson or Rae Carruth?
Let's play the truth, show 'em the ropes
'Cause I'm 'bout to raise the noose, I'll break the truce
Put holes in your throat the size of a basic fruit (Doo doo doo doo)
Just lace your boots, you ain't prepared for war if you scared to draw
I'll paint the roof, the sixteen chapel, grapple and shake the booth
This fake abuse (Whoo), who really want drama with Young Osama?
1-0 bomba, I don't ever miss shells from the gun, Your Honor
One who ponders (Yeah)
Gets caught lackin' back of his mother's Honda
Son'll bomb ya, got some African killers that's from Ukanda
I'm a mamba (Let's go), I hustle like Master P with a half a ki
A slab at least, I turn a fantastic feat to a drastic leap
I know some killers that love to put in work, that won't last a week
You askin' me? The art of tranquility's how you master peace
You half-asleep, I snuck in a plastic piece, I'ma smash the streets
A bastard's speech; you ever seen acid leak on a classic beat?
The last degree, I'm hotter than molten lava, the old Sinatra
Glass of Clic' (Shit), or maybe some golden vodka
Unload the chopper, r-r-raa!
Yeah
Shit terrifying, man
Y'all should be really terrified, boy
Yeah, uh-huh
[Verse 1: Ransom]
Payne and Ransom, we aim and got 'em
Grave and solemn, solemnly swear to tear 'til your frame is rotten
Save your problems (Save that shit)
I'm the rapper's version of David Goggins
Pain is throbbin'; enter my sight and I will erase your login
Face your goblins (Ah), that's eye-to-eye with your demons
I'm side by side with these heathens; to my surprise, I'm the reason
I'm idolized in these regions, the fakest dudes I could break in two
Get taken, too - you feelin' like Liam Neeson or Rae Carruth?
Let's play the truth, show 'em the ropes
'Cause I'm 'bout to raise the noose, I'll break the truce
Put holes in your throat the size of a basic fruit (Doo doo doo doo)
Just lace your boots, you ain't prepared for war if you scared to draw
I'll paint the roof, the sixteen chapel, grapple and shake the booth
This fake abuse (Whoo), who really want drama with Young Osama?
1-0 bomba, I don't ever miss shells from the gun, Your Honor
One who ponders (Yeah)
Gets caught lackin' back of his mother's Honda
Son'll bomb ya, got some African killers that's from Ukanda
I'm a mamba (Let's go), I hustle like Master P with a half a ki
A slab at least, I turn a fantastic feat to a drastic leap
I know some killers that love to put in work, that won't last a week
You askin' me? The art of tranquility's how you master peace
You half-asleep, I snuck in a plastic piece, I'ma smash the streets
A bastard's speech; you ever seen acid leak on a classic beat?
The last degree, I'm hotter than molten lava, the old Sinatra
Glass of Clic' (Shit), or maybe some golden vodka
Unload the chopper, r-r-raa!
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