[Intro: Ransom]
Oh yeah
It's beautiful torture
It's horrifying (yeah)
Let me paint this horror for you
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Ransom]
It's the Boogieman and the Leatherface, so set a plate
The head of a rapper laid on a bed of grapes
His medulla will vegetate (ahh)
Ain't no rules for these heavyweights
Paint the room with your messy face (doot doot doot doot doot)
Joe Pesci grace, they won't test the apes
Defecate, desecrate, test your fate, death awaits
Hesitate and press the brakes? The drama escalate
Your mama bless the wake (damn)
Don't let the rest escape, nothin' to investigate (nah)
Bullets from the Tom'll make his chest deflate, devastate
Let's debate: these fuckin' sixteens is prob'ly next to rape
I set the pace, they can't detect a trace when I dissect a snake (let's go)
Got to expect the hate, made it out of Section 8
The more you talk, the less you make
Cherish every breath you take (that's a fact)
I'll wrap your seed in rope
Squeeze his throat until he wheeze and choke
Leave your coast or I'ma beat you both
You married the game, me and the streets eloped (uh-huh)
Even all the Bs and Locs know that I got havoc to wreak
You look like you seen a ghost
Oh yeah
It's beautiful torture
It's horrifying (yeah)
Let me paint this horror for you
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Ransom]
It's the Boogieman and the Leatherface, so set a plate
The head of a rapper laid on a bed of grapes
His medulla will vegetate (ahh)
Ain't no rules for these heavyweights
Paint the room with your messy face (doot doot doot doot doot)
Joe Pesci grace, they won't test the apes
Defecate, desecrate, test your fate, death awaits
Hesitate and press the brakes? The drama escalate
Your mama bless the wake (damn)
Don't let the rest escape, nothin' to investigate (nah)
Bullets from the Tom'll make his chest deflate, devastate
Let's debate: these fuckin' sixteens is prob'ly next to rape
I set the pace, they can't detect a trace when I dissect a snake (let's go)
Got to expect the hate, made it out of Section 8
The more you talk, the less you make
Cherish every breath you take (that's a fact)
I'll wrap your seed in rope
Squeeze his throat until he wheeze and choke
Leave your coast or I'ma beat you both
You married the game, me and the streets eloped (uh-huh)
Even all the Bs and Locs know that I got havoc to wreak
You look like you seen a ghost
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