[Intro: Jamal | 50 Grand | Keith Murray]
Yeah (Yeah), haha (Ha, yeah)
Genetic for terror
Genetic for terror, all the niggas in the area
[Hook: Jamal | Keith Murray]
Genetic for terror, what I'm feelin'
Genetic for terror, [?]
Genetic for terror, Def Squad
Genetic for terror, Mally G
Genetic for terror, niggas can't fade Mally G out the fuck
Genetic for terror, it's Keith Murray settin' it off
Genetic for terror, word is bond
Genetic for terror, Mally G, live on long, check this out (Ha)
[Verse 1: Keith Murray | Jamal | 50 Grand]
I'm talkin' to you niggas on the North, South, East and West (Yeah, yeah, ah, ah!)
Fuck wit' Mally G and get a hole in your chest (Yeah!)
I'm dropping enthusiastic, metaphoric type lines (Oh my God!)
The baddest nigga to ever (Yeah!) come out of from the crib and rhyme (Yeah!)
Rappers fall prey to my deep meditation (What? Yeah!)
As I break their ass up like abbreviation (Break they, turn the fuck now up!)
I stepped to the microphone and shouted (Yeah!)
Girls who's got it (Def Squad) can kiss my ass and make a love song about it (Put it out!)
[Verse 2: 50 Grand]
I'm off the wall from every phrase that's said
I black the fuck out (Yeah), huntin' rappers like the Pumpkinhead (Yeah!)
I come from the deep side with Def Squad in the basement
My style been on deathwatch like suicide patients (Yeah!)
'Cause 50 Grand sparks the illest level
With the sickest craft I contact more skills then the devil (Yeah!)
Soon as Rock makes the ingredients blend
I begin bakin' rappers in the oven like little Ginger Bread Men
Yeah (Yeah), haha (Ha, yeah)
Genetic for terror
Genetic for terror, all the niggas in the area
[Hook: Jamal | Keith Murray]
Genetic for terror, what I'm feelin'
Genetic for terror, [?]
Genetic for terror, Def Squad
Genetic for terror, Mally G
Genetic for terror, niggas can't fade Mally G out the fuck
Genetic for terror, it's Keith Murray settin' it off
Genetic for terror, word is bond
Genetic for terror, Mally G, live on long, check this out (Ha)
[Verse 1: Keith Murray | Jamal | 50 Grand]
I'm talkin' to you niggas on the North, South, East and West (Yeah, yeah, ah, ah!)
Fuck wit' Mally G and get a hole in your chest (Yeah!)
I'm dropping enthusiastic, metaphoric type lines (Oh my God!)
The baddest nigga to ever (Yeah!) come out of from the crib and rhyme (Yeah!)
Rappers fall prey to my deep meditation (What? Yeah!)
As I break their ass up like abbreviation (Break they, turn the fuck now up!)
I stepped to the microphone and shouted (Yeah!)
Girls who's got it (Def Squad) can kiss my ass and make a love song about it (Put it out!)
[Verse 2: 50 Grand]
I'm off the wall from every phrase that's said
I black the fuck out (Yeah), huntin' rappers like the Pumpkinhead (Yeah!)
I come from the deep side with Def Squad in the basement
My style been on deathwatch like suicide patients (Yeah!)
'Cause 50 Grand sparks the illest level
With the sickest craft I contact more skills then the devil (Yeah!)
Soon as Rock makes the ingredients blend
I begin bakin' rappers in the oven like little Ginger Bread Men
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