[Verse 1: Q-Unique]

Witnessing the sinister spitting on your minister
Splitting up your skin, clip and trigger will diminish ya
Torch [bad word]  score and get ahead of ya
Work a drone alien at war with the Predator
Boba Fet bounty hunter, best King’s County gunner
Q they gonna trial when you found dead down and under
Hear the sound of Thunder, enter the god Thor
Standing with the hammer killer, what you think you shot for?
You tried to cut the line, you tried to [bad word] with mine
Criminal minded dirt track killer bucking nines
You wanna sleep, stupid? Go ahead, hit the hay
When I pop shots watch bullets ricochet
Reputed mob boss make the drop off
Enemies are shaking when they heard a shotty pop off
Night of the Living Dead, kill em in the morn
I’m out on the world tour with the children of the corn
 [bad word]  Q-Unique]

We Crillionaires, won’t stop till we millionaires
Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air
Leaving you see-through, bullet through your people
When we creep through we street sweeper Grim Reap you

Crillionaires, won’t stop till we millionaires
Popping off Mac milli shells fill the air
Leaving you see-through, bullet through your people
When we creep through we street sweeper Grim Reap you

[Verse 2]
 [bad word] from a world where things are not always what they seem
Use symbols to connect into your dreams and nightmares
Thieves of the night scale skyscrapers
And dive out of windows like characters from Hollywood films
This ain’t no movie script, it’s excitingly real
Nuclear devices the size of a pill
Lightning in a test tube, write me the bill
Black budgets, hundreds of billions of dollars in funding
Private gunmen hunted by governments, I’m having fun with it
But hardly sleep, aim my RPG, spark your Pop the marines, the steel was given to me by the Elohim
I rock your [bad word] block into smithereens
Sell you pistols cheap, take the bread and flip em into keys
Then flip it back to brand bubble like ?
You can buy yourself a small army if you act correct
You could catch a bullet in your brain at the red
You could overthrow the free world while you laugh at death
 [bad word] 

[Verse 3]

You should know who we are, throw a [bad word] from a moving car
Tell em I’m a movie [bad word] into a groupie’s bra
Rip the sample off man, [bad word] what kind [bad word] there are
Rip the sample off the song, beat you with the blues guitar
Frequent in the nudie bar, live inside the [bad word] den
Told me I’m a has-been, that’s just what I was then
I’m a [bad word] will-be, I’m innocent I’m taking what I want till they kill me
Or they find me guilty I’m filthy in this dirty business full of sunken labels
Half these cats are products of cash and [bad word] fables
Till [bad word] across the cats that’ll leave you with the punctured navel
Cut the [bad word] up like a plucked tomato
Gun to the cradle, bumping something
I got you pumping something fatal
Till you wake up in a [bad word] with jumper cables
Till you wake up and you’re surrounded by angels
 [bad word]