Bust

Ghosts and goblins run a mock in the caverns of Rhine

Slinging petty corruption the seventh sign

Give it (yeah)

Give it to you (to you)

And I do what it takes

To give it to you (bust)

(Bust)

Step into the realms of space where nobody goes

Only the baddest motherfuckers are the ones that are chose

Some of the coolest individuals on the planet, we said

Best believe that we can buck or give a damn if we care

No collision supervision but my family is here

Now my mama taught my niggas that was under the stairs

One of those who chauffeured life and then was underprepared

But my hunger is the thunder, no wonder it can't be smothered

Or buttered up, buttercup, melt your sauce

You a Chuck E. Cheese bouncer chumpin' off the boss

What I'm tryna tell you now is that you're softer than soft

And I'm sick as a cough, did I mention it's raw?

Your predicaments flawed, flaw means fucked up

And serving out the oven not fried, slow roast

No coast, tuck your tail and hide, you scared?

Give it (yeah)

Give it to you (to you)

And I do what it takes

To give it to you (bust)

(Bust)

I officially do it with guns on tour

We lock down traps, push caps galore

My wiz cook work until it scale like fish

My old earth even known to handle biz

I serve whipped, out of whips, whip out cash

Usually keep a G-pack on the dash

Try to test my gangsta, I bring harm

I'm as slick as Freeway Rick and Nicholas Barnes

My Uptown Nikes hold caps and cheddar

My waistline hold a four pound Beretta

I'll shoelace your face just to learn you better

My ox, so sharp, it cut through leather

My rap name Killer, my street name Skunk

I mastered the music that was born in the Bronx

I switch my slang, spit from my mouth

I'm still all coast, my coast the South

Give it (yeah)

Give it to you (to you)

And I do what it takes

To give it to you (bust)

(Bust)