Up Early Out My Casket Brotha Lynch Hung (Ft. G-Macc)

[Verse 1: G-Macc]
I'm up early up my casket
Pull on the mask
Waiting for your family
I'm about to be heard
I'll put your brains in the closet
Side pocket the Mossberg
Left out the scene and I got further
24 street and they call me
Viktor like the underworld
I'll hit you with the stick shift
All through your neighborhood like
Hold up
Make me a Madesicc Molotov
Get out of town
Ill hop out the clothes hamper with a Glock
4 niggas in the back of my SS blacked out Impala
We hitting niggas in fact
I heard garden blocc niggas is talking
About when they see me they are going
To leave me zipped lock up bagged in a coffin
I said
Shit i'll run through your innocent children's room
Snatch them out their bed
Slice open their mouth and neck
Knife up to your children's chest
This is real life gangster
So I came and caught you right at you neck
I'm trying to get famous talking about your brains
All over your bed and dresser
Matter of fact little rip gut's the name
About to clap at you I got the military contact
Like the A-team
Madesicc auditorious regime
Turn off the mic