Marie Antoinette

Kill all of these rappers, nigga, it's too I'll

I am in the Matrix but never takin' the blue pill

From Son of Sam town

If they ain't got the ratchet get a hatchet or gas the car to run a man down

Not a camera but a hammer so run with the round

You don't stand there when they gunnin' a man down

Unless you the clown that came to catch the spare round

If you pull it then you know how a bullet through air sound

Sicker than sickin' a dog on a sick man

Shoot it out with all of these rappers, not have shit planned

Put five in the startin' five, six in the sixth man

Whoever come off of the bench is gettin' drenched

Beat his face to a dent like I was Raid or IP man

The Ghost back, this them old raps in a new me

But new me is older than the old me

Which would make the old me retarded, see your face and I blow heat

Ghost, nigga

Wanna meet up with the Reaper? I'll introduce you to him

Set me on a blind date once, I hit Medusa for 'em

Wise man can see that a peasant has a king in 'em

Dance with' the devil but never for you to sing with' 'em

Run with' a demon but never for you to cling to 'em

See the angle, all of the angels ain't got wings to 'em

Me? I go black when they challenge my G

I blow my soul out the challenge tryna balance my chi

Channel my rage or it's Animal P

Yeah, he plant-based but he could lead this room on a cannibal steez

You ain't fuckin' with the Phantom, you see

If you don't, 'cause I knocked your eyes out for your family to see, yeah!

Wack rappers shouldn't be breathin', at least not a rhyme

Fuck about your set, my nigga, throw up a dollar sign

Five niggas, ten guns, right up in the Impala ride

Playin' Spotify, tryna spot a guy, then a shot'll fly

All twenty in them shits, yeah, it's homicide

You can get the picture, bitch, I ain't got to dramatize

I ain't take drama class, askin' where the at

Hash in it, askin' shit like, "where his baby momma at?"

My hood, it get terrible

And the wrong territory leads to a burial

Fucked up scenario

Back on that shit, loadin' up, yeah, here we go

Comin' through the strip, niggas skip, like, there they go

Air hose and everything we pack, we prepared to go war like it's overseas

Kill 'em if it's over cheese or principles

You tried to violate what I oversee

Stick 'em like a with a hawk, watch 'em over-bleed