Featuring Mac
Got my ^!$$% Mr Kane aka Stephen King
Black rain putting ^!$$%s in a bodysling

My ^!$$% Mac the camouflage $$#assin
Putting ^!$$%s in the mother$#&@ing uhn
You want some mother$#&@ing gangsta %#@! ^!$$%

Verse 1 (Kane)
$#&@ Batman ^!$$%s in my hood be robbing
Clips and techs stole my soul like the Angel of Deathdrama left my

Mama sobbing
$#&@ing with Kane catch embalming fluid in the veins
Better off having a ?? on cocaine cutting your $#&@ing brain

Anger, and keep a round live in the chamber
Its clear and present danger
Who the (*##$ made ^!$$% banger

Living United States of America bullets break the sound barrier
Shook ^!$$%s down to dick licking when I bury ya
Verse 2 (Mac)

If it's my fast life, then hit breaks and slow me down God
Cause uptown many dead bodies was found God
On this island that runs along the Mississippi River

When ain't no need in looking in debt cause he deliver
$#&@ strangers, I know ^!$$%s who kill family members
Your life is unimportant as Christmas is to December

And !@(% has got ^!$$%s on some of them demand %#@!
Some loaded mack 11 in the hand %#@!
[Chorus]

^!$$%, have you ever seen the face of death
^!$$%, have you ever heard the word of God
These hollow tip bullets be hot like the sun

Don't trust no one but your God and your gun
Verse 3 (Abel)
(*##$ listen to the words of the south poor righteous teacher

I'm a die with hate in my eyes
Smoking some reefer with the grim reaper
Cause ^!$$%s on my block is ignorant like Sasquatch

I cook rhymes and beats like baking soda with rocks
Its hysteria when I left your whole block red like ketchup
Still running from the popos, but them hoes still can't catch up

Don't give a $#&@, smoke that sticky til my soul get high
My spirit already dead, waiting for this body to die
Cause I'm a thug, who the $#&@ you second guessing

^!$$%s gone learn they $#&@ing lesson
When my smith and wesson change they facial expression
^!$$%s I'm blessing check God's creation

Mind deep like revelation, murder, hustling my occupation
Verse 4 (Mac)
Affiliation from my nation got ^!$$%s pacing from here to Russia

Stone crusher, I keep crew under pressure
Never settle for lesser the have nots running from crab cops
Slanging slab rocks to pay the mad locs

And lay me down to sleep with my heat
Plus some sneakers on my feet just in case my window locks are weak
Peace is cool but there'll never be

My mack 11 got you holding more glocks down than Heather B
[Chorus x2]
Verse 5 (Abel)

I'm going out for the paper til it's time to meet my maker
Straight soldier from the cradle to the hands of the undertaker
Son I came to glock battle with kerosene oil

So the %#@! don't jam and murder plans don't spoil
Spirits that read the bible pray to black jesus
Necessary for survival so you ^!$$%s can't see us

Verse 6 (Mac)
When the sun sets I'm at rest
They got bullets to penetrate through your proof vest

I stress holding peace, slipping let dying my ^!$$% El puffing a L
Crack sales create clientele in hell
Street life what we were giving it

Living it ain't no positive in it
Forever ignorant, let us pray Lord