[Intro]
– The, uh, manifestation of a certain quality in, not the human experience, but what has been understood as the human experience. It's a quality that people are frightened of, it's a quality that people consider evil, and it's something that has been very little understood until now

[Verse 1: Vinnie Paz]
Billionaire Boys Club, homie, I'm a Bathing Ape
There's seven MAC-11's in the duffy, money, maybe eight
Directed energy wеapon'll make 'em radiate
Carry bodiеs, drop a motherfucker like he baby weight
I'm in my bag and all the thoughts is in the database
I will take a kitchen utensil and cheese-grate his face
I got the heavy artillery like a naval base
He was affected by limitations, so say his grace
A lot of motherfuckers is doin' a lot of bitchin'
They light work, homie, it's out of my jurisdiction
How I'm supposed to help a man without a pot to piss in?
And bullets is my energy, I'm out of ammunition
We cookin' pies, that's why he mistook me for a chef
He was pussy when he came, he was pussy when he left
You a vic, and a vic the best way to make a profit
I guess you gotta crack a couple eggs to make an omelette

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
I keep a soul eater, temperatures risin' just like a fever
Open your top like a two liter
I pump steel like Hogan
Fear is not a factor, no Rogan
I'll put the burner to you like the slogan
This The Omen, when I'm around, you outspoken
I'm sippin' potion, live by the code and notion
Give you a thirty round clip with no emotion
Dip, ride off to slow motion to cause more commotion
I got a violent mind with mostly peaceful thoughts
I peeped your vault, I do crimes and don't get caught
This AR-15 I just bought, added the bump stock
Do you like Henny and put you under rocks
Do you like Mick Foley, I'll beat you with a sock
Full of batteries and nickels before I even box
All I see is sevens like the slots
Seven shots, the only way you see me at the top
[Verse 3: Blacastan]
Yo, raised in the hood, taught skills in the lobbies
Robberies, one false move, turn to hommies
Dog eat dog, vicious, kennel full of rotties
Sixteen years old, multiple bodies
Sawed shotties, down to kill n***as over Carti's
Kick game swifter than karate
Bitches snap pics like paparazzi
I roll dice like Yahtzee
Cee-Lo, even when it's forty below
You know the steelo, we comin' for them kilos
Loadin' up the sticks and take shots like free throws
Pretty n***as gettin' buried in tuxedos
Playin' the hero, I'll send you back to Channel Zero
Even Robert De Niro could get popped when I'm holdin' a barrel
Loadin' the ammo, lettin' it go like arrows
Gang-gang, initiated by the Philly Pharaoh
You the same as 6ix9ine singin' like a sparrow