Murderer's Row

[Verse 1] Talk about a murder nigga, a fresh body A fresh homi. homes. come try me A throw back Tommy cold posting in the lobby You looking like a dope-dealer from the nineties The last of a dead breed homes you can't find these Old niggas step back low and behold niggas Then it's sub-zero flow froze niggas High beam vision with the precision of German engineering I'm on the autobahn trying to test the steering And strike with the wrath of God when them sinners hear it Start fearing the Boogie Man's return to grace Making claims to the throne like it's his rightful place Poker face and I'm holding four smoking aces Win the pot then I'm gone with no known traces I'd embrace the scene if we was all great But this ain't a scene it's a god damn arms race So I got a many arsenals stock piled Talk wild, I'm heading right to your domicile Blood spills I feel the thrill and get the chills Opposite of body bags since training wheels A history of violence with a killers skill And the voice is saying kill at will And hell is corpse for the cash deal On to the next meal So it's all downhill moving to your team Getting steamrolled getting in the way of these Screams from the haters got a nice ring to it I guess every super villain need his theme music No one man should have this many victims My sickness a death sentence with no symptoms Send him to the depths, so now you got a choice fam The roof or the steps My family crest is known for the best So who's you expect to keep it the most fresh Black Hannibal Lect. bring a silence to the sheep Terrorize your sleep, you in bed I'm underneath of it You dealing with a creep cousin The getaway cars running I'm at your front door with a chainsaw buzzin like what up beloved All weapons formed against you are about to prosper Get a doctor before it's premaritally seat a posture Separate the weak from the obsolete So stop all that bickering beef