[Verse 1: Ransom]
It’s no escaping when I cause disaster, lord and master
Force of rapture, I’ll assault a rapper, just a heartless slacker
I’ll carve and stab ya in the soft cadaver, Boston crab ya
Torch and drag ya, Ransom’s the rapping version of Marvin Hagler (Woo!)
The bars I plaster may be causing asthma, what’s all the laughter? (What?)
I shoot him, his mama mourning the morning after
My drama’s with all the actors, y’all don’t deserve me
I’m an orphan bastard, y’all know my jersey hang in all the rafters
I’m off the practice like I’m Allen I, don’t got an alibi
You had to die, now it’s no more drama like Mary Blige
I strategize, cross my T’s and then I black my I’s
So when the shrapnel flies, it’ll cross your tees when you bat your eyes
Don’t act surprised, send your dogs in, I’ma euthanize them
Sit a noose beside him, he’ll hang himself with a boot inside him (Woah)
A size 12 exactly, you failed to ask me
If you play them stupid games, you’ll be guaranteed to win stupid prizes

[Verse 2: Lou from Paradise]
Yeah, and man these losers lyin'
We could run it back, they'll lose again, that's how I do reminding
I’ve been in the Coupe reclining, laughing at what you been signing
Iller flow, my shit been killing goats like I’m the Chupacabra
Fuckin' fangirls looking forward to when I do a sonnet
Making dreams come true like Make-A-Wish Foundation, you just dying
I take it too far like foreign Uber drivers
Staten on my back man, that I carry like I knew Mariah
Ran told me, “Keep it sixteen spittin'”
That’s ‘cause he know that if he didn’t, I’ll go sixteen minutes
And I’m the leader of the pack, I just mislead bitches
Doing 50 and roll a spliff up on a fresh speed ticket
In the light, my VV hitting like a fuckin' medallion
I’ll put a rapper in my trunk and I ain’t bumpin' his album
Been wildin', I got them hot ‘cause the kid got fans
And I ain’t never had a meme or fucking Tik Tok dance, bitch
[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]
It’s not paranoia, pa, it’s a suspicion (I'm about you!)
Abraham told his son about a vision
How you make peace with Allah when it’s no contrition?
How you call yourself a provider with no prohabition? (You can't)
Dominant graphite, came from the same carpet
My shooters stay popping them rockets like James Harden
I saw opps, they was talking in strange jargon
But where they held the Remington rifle that slayed Martin (Who did that?)
We make salat, Sparta the reconstruction (Alhamdullilah!)
Taakas of wrath, I’m wiser than the horses of obstruction
My ahks wilding, pardon the interruption
Scallop with the tangerine gastric production
That’s a jungle there, homie, that’s a hazardous zone (It is!)
How the fuck you call the law when you don’t have you a phone?
Look, either way, you’re fucking with a guinea
This motherfuckers heartless so we hit them with the wicky

[Verse 4: ILL BILL]
Oh, chitty chitty bang bang, run up on you, take your shitty chain
And turn your entire vicinity to Baghdad
You’re my son, looking at me, dang dad
Build you up to rip you into pieces like a hang tag
Or like when orangutans attack, get their faces open
MAC-11s with laser scopes, Paid in Full era, Eric B aura
My shooter run up in your crib screaming “Yalla, yalla!”
He look Palestinian but, he from Guatemala
Bitch place in the pot, the stakes is high as fuck
Get your face shot the fuck off after they tie you up
Shooter Lou, Box Cutter, billion-dollar Ransom
Plus billion-dollar buildings of coke, beyond Manson
Beyond Koresh, worship the ancient gods of death
Pazuzu in the projects, got my demons possessed
Make the Skyframe red then we dancing in blood
Like what happened to Un when he got stabbed in the club
[Outro: Vinnie Paz]
Yo Ran, what up, papa? Hahaha
Pistol Gang Pazzie and all that
Ransom, my brother, look, pop
I told you years ago, they’re scared, papa
They’re scared of you, papa
You’re one of the best ever
Word to my mother, papa, they just scared
You know what fear does to a motherfucker, man
We talked about that before