Off With His Head

It's no escaping when I cause disaster
Lord and master
Force of rapture, I'll assault a rapper
Just a heartless slacker
I'll carve and stab you in the soft cadaver
Boston crab ya torch and drag ya
Ransom's the rapping version of Marvin Hagler
The bars I plaster may be causing asthma
What's all the laughter? I shoot him
His mama mourning the morning after
My drama's with all the actors
Y'all don't deserve me
I'm an orphan bastard
Y'all know my jersey hang in all the rafters
I'm off the practice like I'm Allen I
Don't got an alibi you had to die
Now it's no more drama like Mary Blige
I strategize
I cross my T's and then I black my I's
So when the shrapnel flies
It'll cross your tees when you bat your eyes
Don't act surprised, send your dogs in
I'ma euthanize them sit a noose beside him
He'll hang himself with a boot inside him
A size 12 exactly, you failed to ask me
If you play them stupid games
You'll be guaranteed to win stupid prizes

Yeah, and man these losers lying
We could run it back, they'll lose again
That's how I do reminding
I've been in the Coupe reclining
Laughing at what you been signing
Iller flow, my shit been killing goats
Like I'm the Chupacabra
Fuckin' fangirls looking forward to when
I do a sonnet making dreams come true like
Make-A Wish Foundation, you just dying
I take it too far like foreign Uber drivers
Staten on my back man
That I carry like I knew Mariah
Ran told me, "Keep it sixteen spitting"
That's ‘cause he know that if he didn't
I'll go sixteen minutes
And I'm the leader of the pack
I just mislead bitches
Doing 50 and roll a spliff up
On a fresh speed ticket in the light
My VV hitting like a fucking medallion
I'll put a rapper in my trunk
And I ain't bumping his album been wilding
I got them hot ‘cause the kid got fans
And I ain't never had a
Meme or fucking TikTok dance, bitch

It's not paranoia, pa, it's a suspicion
Abraham told his son about a vision
How you make peace with Allah
When it's no contrition?
How you call yourself a
Provider with no prohabition?
Dominant graphite, came from the same carpet
My shooters stay popping them
Rockets like James Harden i saw opps
They was talking in strange jargon
But where they held the Remington
Rifle that slayed Martin
We make salat, Sparta the reconstruction
Taakas of wrath
I'm wiser than the horses of obstruction
My ahks wilding, pardon the interruption
Scallop with the tangerine gastric production
That's a jungle there, homie
That's a hazardous zone
How the fuck you call the law when
You don't have you a phone?
Look, either way
You're fucking with a guinea
This motherfuckers heartless so we hit
Them with the wicky

Chitty chitty bang bang, run up on you
Take your shitty chain
And turn your entire vicinity to Baghdad
You're my son looking at me, dang dad
Build you up to rip you into
Pieces like a hang tag
Or like when orangutans attack
Get their faces open
MAC-11s with laser scopes, Paid in Full era
Eric B aura my shooter run up in
Your crib screaming "Yalla, yalla!"
He look Palestinian but he from Guatemala
Bitch place in the pot
The stakes is high as fuck
Get your face shot the fuck off
After they tie you up
Shooter Lou, Box Cutter
Billion dollar Ransom
Plus billion dollar buildings of
Coke beyond Manson beyond Koresh
Worship the ancient gods of death
Pazuzu in the projects
Got my demons possessed
Make the Skyframe red then
We dancing in blood
Like what happened to Un when he
Got stabbed in the club

Yo Ran, what up, papa? Hahaha
Pistol Gang Pazzie and all that
Ransom, my brother, look, pop
I told you years ago, they're scared, papa
They're scared of you, papa
You're one of the best ever
Word to my mother, papa, they just scared
You know what fear does to a motherfucker
Man we talked about that before