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Iâm Abdullah the Butcher, pay respect or Iâm pulling the cooker
You might as well kill yourself, Iâm thrilling to push you
Even if you survive son, you still bitch
Cause Iâm waiting anxiously to pull the kill switch
Your body still stiff, rigor mortis
I bring pain, itâs just raw, itâs Kingâs I seen pain that was pure, itâs rich?
I seen brains that was poured on six corners
Listen to orders, Vinnie Paz remains heartless
Thatâs due to my fixation on the darkness
Just give me a forty, a idiot, and Billy Dee
Youâll see what the psychology of Philly really be
Yeah, Iâm from the birth place of Rocky
My left hook to the body is like Arturo Gatti
You couldnât stop me, I fucking brain drill
I stick around a while to witness how the pain feels
Fucking faggot
We in the game where we smash for freedoms
Raw producerâs cribs look like wax museums
We set up shop, round up and attack the region
See a hundred Puerto Ricans on Banshees leaning
We out to slaughter people, we that raw Puericos
We them revolutionists cause no lawâs equal
We them executioners cause your cerebral
Or pick your brain matter up in Godâs cathedral
Donât sleep I put a bag under your chin
Approach you real smooth with the swagger of a pimp
Make you stagger with a limp
Iâm a addict for the gin, like a Catholic for the sins
Speaking ratchets through their lips
And you passionate to live, but that chapter donât exist
I put the ratchet to your rib and make a bastard out of your kids
Make a casket out of your crib while Iâm smashing out your wizz
Have a Gatling for the kid and Iâm laughing at the bitch
The most immaculate spit, most elaborate with the gift
Then dip my whole team till thereâs carats on their wrists
I need Rocky finger tips, next slaughter begins
So when we step up in the spot donât nobody forget
Iâm the type that could slaughter a syllable
You killable rap niggas spit words too pitiful
I pity the fools, Iâm sick with the tools, we shitting on dudes
You need to be more hip than the news
We ruthless, untamed tiger, tally your votes
Iâm number one draft pick, man endorse my quote
You heard?, I loc, I escort my folk
We deep like dead bodies on tour, I know
We ride like Coupe DeVilles, aim, shoot to kill
OS and Jedi Mind we the truth for real
So ill we rock three pieces suits and build
Like Reservoir Dogs, in the booth I spill
I feel more official, weâre still lone on our hills
G5 shine bright like itâs stainless steel
The name is real, OuterSpace the rain is real
If you canât stand the rain, then this ainât your field, stupid