Catch A Blast

[Chorus x4]
 Step into this mass
 And you gon' catch a blast
 [T-Rock]
 We keep contact with coffin concealers
 Heavy narcotic dealers
 Who confescated spirits
 Leaving carcases as memorabilia
 Thats when I clutch your remainders of cash
 After receiving the papers of passion
 Insanity
 Guess thats my simple out-thinking it
 Caught no remorse that I felt in the past
 Leaving conceated niggas
 Face Guard
 Entrapped a man and the case was
 Delivering eternal residences
 In lyrical graveyards
 Niggas playhard
 I'm equipped with a safe-guard
 And admit that the danger
 Not a regret
 A resistant in domining legion
 Thats thought to deliver those souls
 Which tried to presented you
 Triple pain
 For your resistful blaims
 Now you a shrivled blade
 Stuck in the dungeons of the abysal plains
 Lyrical clips so aim
 Producing blood-red tonics
 Exorcising demonik
 My click is siccer-than Islamics
 With poetry
 Possess game
 I educate sicness
 I meditate victory
 And how my fame will escalate swiftly
 If correct moves
 Were made with valid timing
 Every individual with traits of poverty
 Would believe thats my dollars climbing...
 [Chorus x4]
 [M-Child]
 Mackin' Child is who I be
 Never be facing this rector
 Controlling the inside our minds
 Reaching my point in my destiny
 Where it is said
 If I went through my bloodlines
 So come with me I come with you
 Are you coming into my place
 Ain't no time for fucking around
 I'm bound to stomp a hole in your face
 Playa-hater
 Some dummies went into my kitchen
 And rolled up a blunt
 I catch him
 Now come take a puff of this shit
 You could really blaze it like the sun
 My nigga pizz-off
 He did not believe I could be part of the
 Six's
 When I caught the green leprehcan
 You better believe that was 1 of my wishes
 If you niggas don't know you ain't heard
 I'm more than that nigga that is ready for
 Combat
 I'd watch my step if I were you
 When I'm coming there's no time to react
 Better have your whole masterplan set
 And I bet it won't work
 Cause I already figured you
 Loading up the shit
 Slip a mask on my face
 Nine in my pocket to do what I came to do
 We ridin' the streets
 With your punk-ass in the backseat
 The system is booming so niggas
 Cannot hear your ass get put to sleep
 When you niggas be thinking
 That I am your friend
 And you think you can bite our style
 Chop goes your body half into the myst
 When you fuckin' with Murderer Child...
 [Murderer Child repeats and fades]