Rolf Beeler

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[Intro: Mach-Hommy]

[Verse 1]

[Chorus: Mach-Hommy + Tha God Fahim]

Get that ass flipped, nigga, boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

How 'bout that, nigga?

It's Tha-mo'fuckin'-God, nigga—the fuck you know about it?

Yo

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]

Blow the dust off the snub-nose

I'm pullin' up just to bless ya spot

Ancient bullets in the ceiling get a Tetanus shot

Measure watts, so much heat, it could melt a rock

Show ya face and get slapped wit' a meltin' pot

Left hand on the holy tablet

You rushed him with the maggots

Catch a boy invested in the tragic

Ain't no compassion

When my axe be swingin'

Enchanted with the heart of two demons

We shop at 4 Seasons

Devour your whole legion

Don't tolerate treason (No)

You violate we get even

You talk a lot of ryhme without reason

I left him in the pond not breathin'

I'm like Bishop with machine guns

I let off twelve from the bushes he caught a mean one

In ways I feel cursed

I tuck the pistol like a school shirt

I'm hip-hop, shout out Kool Herc (Kool Herc, nigga)

I let the bull squirt

So much flame out the muzzle

Scorchin' scene is something like the Klan' work

Explosive ammo

You seen ya man burst

Ayo, Tha God is the worst

[Outro: Tha God Fahim]

Yeah

Flip you—spin you like a dr—ooh

Whoo! Yeah, nigga

It's hard, though

[Instrumental]