* EP on Red Hook Records "You know you done real good not to say anything to the man."
[Chorus: Shabazz The Disciple] Boyakah! Boyakah! I leave your brains on the fuckin curb I'm causing terror in the city Boyakah! Boyakah! I leave your brains on the fuckin curb I'm causing terror in the city
[Shabazz The Disciple] Sending niggaz to the Pearly Gates I'm psyched out I got screws lose like Norman Bates Shoot shit up like it's a gallery Blowing snakes heads off just to earn me a salary Devils choke from the gun smoke Once I'm prevoked, I shove a fifth long down your throat And let you taste the steel Another body unidentified, shipped from the pot of spill Your punk-ass'll get out dramaed I'm swelling devils melons up for my man Ford Mohammed Get a crew and try to surround me And one by one, I light y'all up and send your asses to King's County
[Chorus]
[Shabazz The Disciple] Sort of a remorse supplier You want a nigga banked? Fuck Spencer, 'bazz for hire Murder is my desire, and if you think I'm a liar I'll send your ass to Hell's fire Chop down MC's like trees Possessed by my knowledge of thirty-two degrees I'm a lord of son, not a mason, mars son You better take precautions when I step into the Diamond swarming And come equipped or your shit'll get ripped And stay the fuck out of my face with all that Adam and Eve shit I know you're wondering why I'm flipping Cuz I got beef with the devil and you fit the description
[Chorus]
[Shabazz The Disciple] Sending niggaz to the Pearly Gates I'm psyched out, I got screws lose like Norman Bates Shoot shit up like it's a gallery Blowing snakes heads off just to earn me a salary Devils choke from the gun smoke Once I'm prevoked, I shove a fifth long down your throat And let you taste the steel Another body unidentified, shipped from the pot of spill Your punk-ass'll get out dramaed I'm swelling devils melons up for my man Ford Mohammed Get a crew and try to surround me And one by one, I light y'all up and send your asses to King's County
[Chorus x2]
[Shabazz The Disciple] Putting niggaz in wheelchairs, laying up with a shitty Try to react, I'll blow your chest out your back Finish you off with a slug to your hat I know you're wondering why I'm flipping Cuz I got beef with the devil and you fit the description
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