Kalashnikov Guns - The Alchemist, Guilty Simpson

The demonstration of who the best is, stresses

When I inflict your death wish, check this

Before I check you, and tell you

What the rest knew already, we get it heavy

Moneybags’ll crack the axle on your Chevy

Get ready, prepare for the truth

I double dare one to double cross me, bleed the booth

You can’t flee, pursuit, we run 'em down

Blindfold 'em, line 'em up, gun 'em down

Even when I fuck around I don’t fuck around

My life work’ll leave your life hurt

Smell the perpetrator, yeah, I smell like purp

Dirt do it do you dirty and give you back to earth

For what it’s worth find another turf

Before you work learn to hustle first

Cotton mouth with a hunger thirst

I drain Henny 'til I’m full, the raging bull

Tote mossbergs and yell pull!

Aim it at your chestplate, call him lead face

You get crumbs when the bread breaks

I get big chunks, and rob rich chumps

Don’t get found in a ditch slumped

We running at a thoroughbred’s pace

Pump your breaks, I’ll see you at the wake nigga