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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?

[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]
Flip you—spin you like a dr—ooh
Whoo! Yeah, nigga
It's hard, though


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Primary Artists Mach-Hommy