[Intro: Sample & Tha God Fahim]
He cut off the heads of a hundred and thirty-one lords
For the shogun
It was—
You n***as need to stop, man
N***as need to stop, man, word to Heem Stog'
Check it

[Verse]
Duct tape on the tre-deuce
I chuck a deuce to the obtuse
The blood in the spot's proof
Off with the head of a false king
Guillotine
Four pound instead of little things
Fuck a hatin'-ass n***a wishin' me to go pop (What?)
I'm mixin' demons on a stove top
The SoCo makin' bitches toes knock
I better rose-trot
Incinerated ammo, explode tops
I'm on blocks you'll never be on
I bag the work playing 70s songs without a helping hand
'Cause I was heavily armed
So many straps, I could tie up your fat ass mom
Check it
Only friend you ever had was Tom
You old-ass rappers so afraid of time
Too much stress you know can parade the mind
You thinkin' too much, you'll get sprayed with nines (Drr-r-rt!)
Believe me, that's how the devil conceived me
I'll blast you (Drr-r-r-rt!) and let you keep your Yeezys
I'm a genie comin' out the holy grail
The real n***as feel me like the blind do braille (Real n***as feel Tha God, n***a)
If you don't like me, go to hell
Fuck the rhymes that you sell (Fuck 'em)
I hope your whole style fail
When the mask show, you go and tell
But you dyin' on the spot
I ain't gon' let your boat sail, I'm a blade-swingin' animal
Half cannibal, eatin' rappers' flesh 'cause the world couldn't handle you
I turned my back on a lot of n***as
'Cause they wasn't talkin' them dollars, n***a
I can't talk, I need to make bread for the fam
So we can gather up and eat steak and lamb
I'm going hard to the gristle on fam
Polish the steel so the pistols won't jam
You should see me in the physical, man (You should see me, man)
I stand less than six feet tall
But the Uzi make me tall like I'm Pau Gosal
And if you really want beef, then we can play foul ball
I swing this golf club, n***a, it's gon' shatter your jaw (Pah!)