Intro:
Hey what’s gucci?
Hey what’s good?
Yeah my name’s Ankhten, yeah
Oh what? Anubis?
Yeah, nice to meet you too
Verse:
Ayyo, what’s up?
My name be Ankhten
It be time to meet your maker
Packing heat in different flavors
I can see you, weak and naked
Got this belly full of gold
We pissing yellow, dehydrating
Leave you twisted like you gettin’ educated in a Twister game
Mind frame of (?)
Your mind’s (?) really lame
Packin’ all these punches, I’m so juicy when I entertain
Her on the sheets, be your bitch that I re-arrange
Never leave the scene until I crumble it and re-arrange
Till then I'll be chilling in the back, ready to attack
Never will I lag, hold it down like your thumb has snapped
Chat it up with (?) single step
My nigga you could do it
It’s all I know, I never hold it back
Thought you was a God, killing shit 'til I (?) them to death
Homerun, grand slam, every time I hit the set
I’m homegrown (?)
Everything I do (?)
I just cash a nike check
Pockets ain’t swole but my mind on a (?)
Catching ideas while they try to ID us
Can’t they see the (?) all I know's a
“I see us”
(?)
(?)
Fifth chakra, (?)
I should call you all here
Tell ‘em pick up your gear
(?) more beer (?) toxins (?)
Even Mickey Mano couldn’t help you out this (?)
(?)
Somebody call the coroner to tell them, pick this body up
Body bag (?) your body rotting in the mud
(?)
Go on take a puff and leave the pressure while I’m kicking slugs
