Bust (feat. Killer Mike)

Ghosts and goblins run a muck
 In the caverns of Rhine
 Slinging petty corruption
 The seventh sign
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 Give it to you
 Give to you and I do what it takes
 To give it to you
 Step into the realms of space where nobody goes
 Only the baddest motherfuckers are the ones that are chose
 Some of the coolest individuals on the planet we said
 Best believe that we can buck or give a damn if we cared
 No collision supervision but my family is here
 Now my mama taught my niggaz that was under the stairs
 One of those who chauffeured life and then was unprepared
 But my hunger is the thought that no wonder it can't be smothered
 Or buttered up, buttercup, melt your sauce
 You a Chucky Cheese bouncer chumpin' off the boss
 What I'm trying to tell you now is that you're softer than soft
 And I'm sick as a cough, did I mention it's raw?
 Your predicaments flaw
 Flaw means fucked up and serving out the oven
 Not fried, slow roast, no coast, tuck your tail and hide
 You scared?
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 Give it to you
 Give to you and I do what it takes
 To give it to you
 I officially do it with guns on tour
 We lock down traps, push caps galore
 My wiz cook work 'til it scale like fish
 My old earth even known to handle biz
 I serve whipped, out of whips, whip out cash
 Usually keep a G packed under the dash
 Try to test my gangsta, I bring harm
 I'm as slick as Freeway Rick and Nicholas Barnes
 My Uptown Nikes hold caps and cheddar
 My waistline hold a 4-pound Baretta
 I'll shoe lace your face just to learn you better
 My ox so sharp it cut through leather
 My rap name Killer, my street name Skunk
 I mastered the music that was born in the Bronx
 I switch my slang spit from my mouth
 I'm still all coast my coast the South
 Give it to you
 Give to you and I do what it takes
 To give it to you