[Intro]
"Disciples of the Watch, I stand before you; in the name of the one who was cast out from heaven, but is alive in me."

[Verse]
Yes Baker Maker is here
With the vision that gives you fear
While I'm smoking I stay provoking
I'm making these bitches hear all I the things I do in the night
If you scared then don't try to fight
If you buck then come test your might
In the end, it's your sacrifice
Two bitches loced out, standing in the blaze next to me
Flames rise as I walk away
Black splowed overhead as it covers the space
There ain't no time to be saved bitch it's time to make haste
And all you what a disgrace
See the pain on your face
There ain't no hope with this choke
In the end, you just erased
Berace the trace
Bitch I ain't scared
Coming up from underground so you better be aware
Ducking shots like fucking Sonic
Turn this world into despair
I don't never give a fuck
And I ain't never gave a care
Feeling like my life's so bare
I got some? I can share
If you want to get a test then come and step into my stare
I don't know why committing these crimes make me feel whole inside
Come with me on a ride
Take a trip to the mind
See what life behind eyes of a killer who lust for the dough all the time
[Hook]
Grip, don't trip
.45 to his lip
If that bitch ain't droppin' shit then I break him off quick
Something proper, hit the spot
Drop the mask and the Glock
Smoked out killas never stop
In the mist, we sit and plot
Grip, don't trip
.45 to his lip
If that bitch ain't droppin' shit then I break him off quick
Something proper, hit the spot
Drop the mask and the Glock
Smoked out killas never stop
In the mist, we sit and plot

[Outro]
Grip, don't trip
.45 to his lip
If that bitch ain't droppin' shit then I break him off quick
Something proper, hit the spot
Drop the mask and the Glock
Smoked out killas never stop
In the mist, we sit and plot
Grip, don't trip
.45 to his lip
If that bitch ain't droppin' shit then I break him off quick
Something proper, hit the spot
Drop the mask and the Glock
Smoked out killas never stop