Road Warrior

Yeah, Pazienza yo Lib, what up baby?
Slaine, my brother from another
Philly to the Bean all day
Official Pistol Gang ill Rock

Road Warrior, murdering miles
Guzzle bottles, splash puddles on models
Got the club shit that you catch on the dial
This that drug shit that get
Kept in the vials
Wild style, staying in a box-car
Fame in the street, entourage of rock stars
Pop lock up cars, switch up daily
Dive bar, shitty store, sniffers pay we
Outlaws, alcohol fuel our cravings
Blow cigars, get scarred, fuck safety
Risk takers, paper chasers
Box your motherfucking face with razors
Ruthless assholes, my crew's so rotten
Sloppy strippers on the pole for oxy
Not from the Carter that they cop from poppy
Nazi cops want a red dot and pop me
I'm hunting zombies, with Pun on repeat
Knee deep in shit's creek
No tongue and cheek
When I speak it reeks from the curb
Listen, start itching to rob
If not, then the slob ain't doing his job
So dance with the devil before
You go meet your god

I don't gotta say no names
Cause a bitch is a bitch
I don't play those games
Official Pistol Gang, we hold thangs
And I'll bloody up your
Shirt like tomato stains
See I done been to hell and back
I done talked about murdering the president
My cell was tapped i smell a rat
Should've went to jail for that
These motherfuckers mailed the pipe-bomb
I mailed it back
I see all of y'all rappers as tight gay
City sought the giddy where the
Diesel is light grey
I don't give a fuck what you might say
Buck 50 side of the neck where the knife lay
(that's where the knife go)
My horror been shining for years
I done outlasted ever single one of my peers
(I'm still out here shining)
But for me that's just a common affair
Peace to Adlib, now I'm out for some beers
Yeah

Stab your nose
Drunk with a six figure salary
Pop who want to challenge me
I'm a superstar
You don't live in my galaxy
King with the crown, you ain't
Down with the palace, see
I run this town, laying in the shadows
Everybody know the name Slaine, Mr carol
Double barrel shotgun, watch fools traveling
Sawing you in half, collapsing your abdomen
My dues been paid
The rules been layed down and broken
C'mon stupid, don't provoke him
You cats smoke crack rocks like '86
And you snitch ass dope fiends
Boosting with the shady bitch
I ain't falling with the traps and tricks
Pull the wool over your eyes
When I clap the click
Ain't no fun over here
I'm on some backwards shit
Black crook, black hoodies
And the blackest kicks like this!