[Verse 1]
Booming words from hell
Booming dope, Dylan will prevail
Hit man, ice man, beating down the block like hail
I don't give a fuck about a thing except to get the mail
Came from Comet Hale
'Bout to set up shop, your bitch is stale
Brian's lying, do not pump her, she gon' give you bumps like braille
Dylan don't forgive, I'm living unforgiven, cut like Zales
It's 1:45 and shit is shutting down around the hill
Hello to the yellowbone that's sitting on my telephone with long pretty hair like Crystal Gayle

[Hook]
Woe
Woe
Woe
Woe, woe to the Goldmaker
Woe (Woe, woe, woe)
Woe (Woe, woe, woe)
Woe (Woe, woe, woe)
Woe, woe to the Goldmaker

[Verse 2]
Bank a dang, dilly mane, gon' keep it whipping like marang
I’m popping like a seal up in my city, can you feel the pain?
Lames think they doing what I’m doing but it's not the same
I've been working heavy, jumping levels, coming down like rain
Got a two track mind, it's either sex or magic on my brain
Morals, I got dogma, dogging sloors who whore themselves for fame
Predicate is shitting on 'em as I get to what I aim
You can die in vain, that ain't the knowledge that I'm tryna gain
Can you hear the seer? Loud and clear, now listen to the sage
I’ve been pimpin since the 1400's, do you know my name?
Working tools are what I use to keep it going and maintain
I respect 'em, don’t neglect 'em, to ensure they never break
**stupid dumb idiot needs to delete the shit below**

I'm popping like the

Lames think they doing what I'm doing but it ain't the same

Morals I got dogma

As I get to what I aim

You can die in vain

Can you hear the seer

I've been pimping since the 1400s