[Verse 1: Ransom]

It’s no escaping when I cause disaster, lord and master

Force of rapture, I’ll assault a rapper, just a heartless slacker

I’ll carve and stab ya in the soft cadaver, Boston crab ya

Torch and drag ya, Ransom’s the rapping version of Marvin Hagler (Woo!)

The bars I plaster may be causing asthma, what’s all the laughter? (What?)

I shoot him, his mama mourning the morning after

My drama’s with all the actors, y’all don’t deserve me

I’m an orphan bastard, y’all know my jersey hang in all the rafters

I’m off the practice like I’m Allen I, don’t got an alibi

You had to die, now it’s no more drama like Mary Blige

I strategize, cross my T’s and then I black my I’s

So when the shrapnel flies, it’ll cross your tees when you bat your eyes

Don’t act surprised, send your dogs in, I’ma euthanize them

Sit a noose beside him, he’ll hang himself with a boot inside him (Woah)

A size 12 exactly, you failed to ask me

If you play them stupid games, you’ll be guaranteed to win stupid prizes

[Verse 2: Lou from Paradise]

Yeah, and man these losers lyin'

We could run it back, they'll lose again, that's how I do reminding

I’ve been in the Coupe reclining, laughing at what you been signing

Iller flow, my shit been killing goats like I’m the Chupacabra

Fuckin' fangirls looking forward to when I do a sonnet

Making dreams come true like Make-A-Wish Foundation, you just dying

I take it too far like foreign Uber drivers

Staten on my back man, that I carry like I knew Mariah

Ran told me, “Keep it sixteen spittin'”

That’s ‘cause he know that if he didn’t, I’ll go sixteen minutes

And I’m the leader of the pack, I just mislead bitches

Doing 50 and roll a spliff up on a fresh speed ticket

In the light, my VV hitting like a fuckin' medallion

I’ll put a rapper in my trunk and I ain’t bumpin' his album

Been wildin', I got them hot ‘cause the kid got fans

And I ain’t never had a meme or fucking Tik Tok dance, bitch

[Verse 3: Vinnie Paz]

It’s not paranoia, pa, it’s a suspicion (I'm about you!)

Abraham told his son about a vision

How you make peace with Allah when it’s no contrition?

How you call yourself a provider with no prohabition? (You can't)

Dominant graphite, came from the same carpet

My shooters stay popping them rockets like James Harden

I saw opps, they was talking in strange jargon

But where they held the Remington rifle that slayed Martin (Who did that?)

We make salat, Sparta the reconstruction (Alhamdullilah!)

Taakas of wrath, I’m wiser than the horses of obstruction

My ahks wilding, pardon the interruption

Scallop with the tangerine gastric production

That’s a jungle there, homie, that’s a hazardous zone (It is!)

How the fuck you call the law when you don’t have you a phone?

Look, either way, you’re fucking with a guinea

This motherfuckers heartless so we hit them with the wicky

[Verse 4: ILL BILL]

Oh, chitty chitty bang bang, run up on you, take your shitty chain

And turn your entire vicinity to Baghdad

You’re my son, looking at me, dang dad

Build you up to rip you into pieces like a hang tag

Or like when orangutans attack, get their faces open

MAC-11s with laser scopes, Paid in Full era, Eric B aura

My shooter run up in your crib screaming “Yalla, yalla!”

He look Palestinian but, he from Guatemala

Bitch place in the pot, the stakes is high as fuck

Get your face shot the fuck off after they tie you up

Shooter Lou, Box Cutter, billion-dollar Ransom

Plus billion-dollar buildings of coke, beyond Manson

Beyond Koresh, worship the ancient gods of death

Pazuzu in the projects, got my demons possessed

Make the Skyframe red then we dancing in blood

Like what happened to Un when he got stabbed in the club

[Outro: Vinnie Paz]

Yo Ran, what up, papa? Hahaha

Pistol Gang Pazzie and all that

Ransom, my brother, look, pop

I told you years ago, they’re scared, papa

They’re scared of you, papa

You’re one of the best ever

Word to my mother, papa, they just scared

You know what fear does to a motherfucker, man

We talked about that before