Hell on Earth, Pt. 2

[Intro: Westside Gunn]

FLYGOD

Ayo

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]

Left the kitchen drenched, so much remixin', we vicious

Out in Oakland in the Rolls (Skrrt), might've been one of Felix's

Stuck with a dealer's mentality

Bricks on top of squares on the bed, we worth a God figure salary

Got the dope stench stuck in the walls, Dior goggles (Ah)

When I bag the dope, I'm reekin' of Creed

The gold bottle, drinkin' gold bottles, gun on my hip

I'm not a role model, bullets in the air, I'll make your soul follow (Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom)

I win the lotto in Tulum, caught him in the shower

Beat him with a mop and broom (Ah), his chopper's in the locker room (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot)

We doing operations, niggas left the zippers (Ah)

I'm in the X7, whole neck glitter (Skrrt)

A cold world make the TEC shiver (Doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot doot), don't contest that (Ah)

I be at where you rest at

So many chains on, bitches askin' where my neck at (Where your neck at, nigga?)

The band on the Patek black, my nigga blew the trial

Heard he got max in the supermax, word is I'm diesel like Luger

Turned one to three and yelled "Hallelujah"

[Interlude: Sample]

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

We're going to see the king, ah, ah, ah

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

It's crazy that I'm still talkin' yola, made a brick do yoga

I know 'bout hard white and them ex-con flights to Oklahoma

A pale heart, I'm Dale Earnhardt with a smokin' motor

Black Sopranos, I took the oath for La Cosa Nostra

Did it my way, I got the most of these culture vultures

You gotta pay me what you owe, or nope, I won't consult ya

I did more numbers with half your budget, I hope it woke ya

I put a brick on my block and a yacht in the open ocean

A felon, I've been convicted, irrelevant what I'm spendin'

But what matter is I'm doin' better than what's predicted, mmm

Should've got a Grammy nod, but fuck it though 'cause Royce and Freddie family ties

Frank Lucas video, the Miami vibe

This life crazy, every minute someone recordin' you

They ask me if I feel famous now, nigga, of course I do

Corporate moves, my office and my business resources grew

Took the long road, you niggas lookin' for shortcuts through

Expose who, nigga? I'm hood as a gold tooth

Hold two joints in the whip when I roll through the toll booth

I heard the albums niggas just put out, yeah, those cute

But I'm the best, TT3, B.O.P, those proof

The Butcher, nigga

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]

Look

Jordan pack 5s, gun metal somethin' special

Used to serve yay, wordplay on Big Pun level (Woo)

Smoke come out the barrel when the gun settled (Brr)

Know some gangstas in Arizona playin' the field like the Sun devil (Ha)

I put some diamonds in hon' bezel, it's dumb yellow (Uh-huh)

I got a shooter in the New York, I call him Young Melo (Hahahaha)

I got some rope in the trunk, tape and one shovel

Long money, talkin' billions, nigga, and I want several (Talk to 'em)

Ain't worried 'bout them niggas, all them niggas puss'

Niggas dickridin' rappers real hard to get a look (They pussy)

I used to hustle on Doat Street, the carbon in the bush

Baggin' up at this fiend house, she shootin' doggie in her foot, ah

I bought some water, watch how salty niggas look

Sneak dissin', same niggas used to call me for a hook, right? (Ha)

I thought these niggas crooks, why all these niggas shook?

Griselda, we took shit over like how long it really took? (Uh-huh)

Look, my city is the wildest (Ha), I know niggas up in islands (Wo)

Spin the yard, pull up bar, big as Iguodala (Yeah)

And lately I've been gettin' bigger dollars, talkin' digits with the commas (Talk)

If it's smoke, we spinnin', bitch, I promise (Brr)

Look, duckin' and hidin' only get you bigger problems

'Cause if it take too long to find you, then we visitin' your mama, nigga (Hahahaha)

Yeah, I know them killers up in Dallas

Street nigga for real, boy, my trigger finger callused (Boom boom boom boom boom)

I see them pictures, them niggas need a stylist

People ridin' my dick, leaving opinions in my comments, nigga (Them niggas pussy though)

I get my chef on, any career I step on

The fuck I look like puttin' a dress on?

[Outro: Conway the Machine]

Is you fucking crazy, nigga?

Machine, bitch

Out your fucking mind, nigga