(Verse 1)
Rap's Phil Spector
Always in black like a funeral director
Glenwood Projects rec-room, got twenty goons in the butcher sweaters
I never shake, Potato on the barrel, it's safe
My kerosene best in Brooklyn, no jakes, snitches I'll hit your wakes
Stakes are high
Got no more time to be wasting up-state
Got nine inch twelve pellets per cartridge, black partridge
I leave you to fate
Bouquet of flowers shipped to your wake
Children of Doom, we break that coke down with the paste
I'm too ferocious
Anybody seeing me senseless
Since park benches and dead lieutenants
And soldiers screaming for vengeance
I flood the hood with sedatives
Schemes of Edward Kempers
Felonies in bagel stores, you can find me where the hemp is
Timbs got blood on them from the park like Jenny Levin
Henny, DMT in the coup, Carcass and Def Leppard

(Hook)
Modern network
Drug farmers, Satan worshipers
Trap Metal, project goons, young murderers
Young gentlemen, muzzle loaders, coke burglars
Boar's Head, FEMA fatigues, all surfaces
X2

(Verse 2)
Head bangers who pump rock, gotta get your sherm on
I got some ugly bitches for sale too, like Sandra Bernhard
Born certified, murder guys, way to work inside
Toxicologist, feel special cuz you're the first to die
Dune buggies, Farragut Road, like it's a catacomb
Tuna casseroles, coke slings, I'm baby McEnroe
Playing God It's after macabre, officer massacre
Sprayed his badge, next to his brains, give me a spatula
Berkowitz flow, I do it when I'm serving that snow
Murking the coast, working that toast
FBI files on ready post
Mausoleum status, check the second rows
I came from nothing, I got nothing, I stop your pulse
Turn your body to a corpse, behind the wall of sleep
Cauldrons elite, got Hebrew killers storming to eat

(Hook)
Modern network
Drug farmers, Satan worshipers
Trap Metal, project goons, young murderers
Young gentlemen, muzzle loaders, coke burglars
Boar's Head, FEMA fatigues, all surfaces
X2
(Verse 3)
Live off the interest of two mil, from groovy pills
Turn bitches to mummies, I take their checks and leave em nil
Cats play me too close, you're light in the loafers
Let me check your glucose, too much sugar up in your fucking toasters
Glenwood Projects tradition
Born killers, no religion
550 Benz, no friends, goon business
New addictions, I heard being broke is a superstition
Since I seen the ghost in the kitchen, taught me the most conviction

(Hook)
Modern network
Drug farmers, Satan worshipers
Trap Metal, project goons, young murderers
Young gentlemen, muzzle loaders, coke burglars
Boar's Head, FEMA fatigues, all services
X2