Backstab pt. 1 - 2
The leader of the pack, embrace enemies with backstabs
Your local drug dealer, with dope straight from crack labs
Senators take bribes or die next time speaking on a pulpit
Mortals never survive after a few death rolls with full clips
Medieval torture, speaking in exchange for the deathblow
Drain the veins with meth, while smoking a cigarette slow
New Orleans looters, unseen shooters, keep the lines thin
Leave the traitors surprised with bullets from nines within
Tire screeching, on the offensive prowl like running backs
Prior teaching, go out fowl and hit trees like lumberjacks
Kick thugs out like Chinese store owners, the main cause
Trip wire these backstabbers then reach for the chainsaw
OG’s are packing flare guns, goodfellas still the fair ones
Guns up and march to the last pieces of turf, spare none
But we still got the Russian mob, triads, bloods and crips
We all at war, I’m invincible just catching duds in the blitz
But it won’t last it never last, no fraud we sign to fast lives
Sever hearts with a sawed off and a pack of throwin knifes
Inferior to a superior, lighting up a bunch of last cigarettes
For blood spilt from friends, I’m not delivering fast deaths
Add screams to the bad dream, Russians & triads tag teams
Going at it like suicide bombers, heads under the guillotine
You can tell when losing it, sniffing coke from the ground
When paranoia runs within, using cloak and hearing sounds
Haters tend to forget when I don’t make enough homeruns
The greatest defends and fails, grabbing the chrome gun
Like a Jarhead, God said this & that, where his powers be
Sinking down on the throne as the shadows devourers me
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criticism is a good thing
"I'll get the mexicans to fuck up Xzibit again if he don't pimp my ride" - Celph Titled
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