Bloody Jungle

Yeah pistolero Pazzy and all that
Stu Ferrigno yeah
Look, aight, one-two

Bumbaclot, you could die out here
This a different set of rules
We abide by here them yoppas is always out
We do drive-bys here y'all are hippies
Vinnie don't allow tie-dye here
This the book of Exodus
It's Mount Sinai here
You get punched in the fucking
Face for looking side-eyed here
No hablo inglés, pardner, we play salsa here
I got shooters that took a charge
They like ta ta here chop his fucking head
Cock it back for the click-clack
Stray shots hit 'em in the
Abdomen the six pack
The 40 cal bullets size smaller
Than a tic tac
Beretta 84 Cheetah hit em like a Chit sack
The Taurus jammed too much, pa
So I can't bother the Nighthawk blammin'
It touch you like Bambaattaa
How many more of y'all gon'
Be catching the fate?
And everybody mad looking at the
Mess that I made stupid!

Stop it
Y'all little dudes been out of pocket
Your whole wardrobe comin' out
Your girl's closet
You need to get back inside the closet
'Fore we unleash the rockets, c'mon
Stop it stop it
Y'all little dudes been out of pocket
Your whole wardrobe comin' out
Your girl's closet
You need to get back inside the closet
'Fore we unleash the rockets c'mon stop it

Don't have me push a button
Flyin' all type of kites
Deprive you of oxygen, deprive you of life
Slugs flyin' out of nines
Inside your windpipes
This the difference between survivin'
And living life
Stop the barkin' before I make the gun bite
My faculty's in order, underworld supporter
Sodom Gomorrah
Sodomize mics for four quarters
Get it the hustle
Hustle to get it that's off the muscle
Queue the apocalypse, the iron jungle
A hundred miles runnin' Niggas
Wit' Attitude'll gun you
Look what it come to
Set it out when the god come through
Tranquilo or humble, more dope than a bundle
War tactics, artifacts, it's all actual
Khadaf no gay, Khadaf no play, Khadaf the
Black Caeser you sweeter than Stevie J
(You sweeter than Stevie J)