Baker Ya Maker
Inferno City
[Verse 1]
Here's the skinny from a fat mack, buckin' on the track
Falled out underneath the tact, ain't no way to bring me back
From the dead of my head, street dweller on the scene
Bitches looking at me funny, 'cause I'm copping with the green
Trick or treat, with my bucket, looking to make some easy duckets
Don't be trying to find your luck, because I'm aiming with the skull grip
The definition of a playa's mission is the bread
And if you come up sharp well then I'm taking off your head
Midnight villain on the corner smokin', chillin'
What's the word, I smell a purge
Think it's time to make a killing
Mr. Boogie talking spooky
Think he's got a screw loose
Damn I'm sitting in the back
Strapped up in a monkey suit
Now I'm geeking off a pend
High as fuck since September
Heading straight into the winter with a mask and a pistol
Grab the gas can, It's my last hand
And I'm going out
With a bang I make a sound, I snap my fingers, lights go out

[Verse 2]
Kudos to you from me, I'm speaking silence
In a code so I hope you can see, now read my lips
And follow calls, through this door I can leave
Now what you see is what you get, there ain't no make believe
Now watch me, now watch me
My eyes feel heavy, need some sleep, I've hit my peak
I'm crushing 'em up as mixin' 'em up, I need to tweak and creep
Deep in the night I'm feeling like I'm Myers walkin' with a knife
Seeing murder on the menu, what it's lookin' like?
I'm running on vengeance, unhinging
No need for amends, I'm blinded by the rage
So gifted, uplifted by the twisted violent haze
Gimme just five and I'll make way, in my path I'll make them pay
Trust, I'm pissin' on your grave, if you fucking up my day
Burning eternal six, you get the seven doubled gift
I'm draping gold upon the sticks, gon touch the salts for a trip
I promise that you won't be missed, fearing this voodoo I may kick
If you wanna take a peep, then hit this spliff and see the rift