[movie dialogue]

Yeah, well if you're the sheriff, you better get these men underground

Get three coffins ready



[D.J. Train cuts and scratches "Welcome to Homicide"]



[Lil' Nation]

Aiyyo, enter the center for the world that's dark and demented

Rap is like a savage to rhythm because I sent it

to push the bass, down to 808, and deeper

To thump the walls on the house of the Grim Reaper

Yo, pump up the funk level then increase to open dome

Punks and peasants bow to the King on the throne

About to bust like a lunatic, snatch the gauge and the mac

Suckers that wish to overthrow?  Step the fuck back!

This is madness and I'm the head madman

Time for the straightjacket so loosen up the straps and

yo I'ma get dumb, rip this funky continuum in half

Lil' Nation, the C.P.O. psychopath

You can't demolish the pedestal of the ruler

Suckers who be lackin knowledge I guess I got to school ya

Need I remind you of the fact I'm the eradicator

C.P. too radical, Capital Gladiator

Animal out of a cage, cause bars I'm bendin em

Even when the tempo's slow, I swing like a pendulum

Solid for suckers cause I'm a deadly motherfucker

When your face and my gauge collide

you'll become a victim of homicide



[D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds]



[Lil' Nation]

Check it this is a warning

So you know to step off when I'm on the scene

Forget expected, catch your neck reject on my guillotine

Beware when I rush, your skull I will crush, like a mallet

Cause I'm the "Menace" just like I said in the "Ballad"

No beginners in the posse allowed

So the wack and new jack can snack a pack of Similak

stacked in the crowd

Occupation, alie-n-ation incredible

Swangin when I'm downsteppin repeatin defeat was inevitable

Mistake me for being unarmed but my tongue is like a pistol

Intercontinental Ballstic Missile

Fire with the fury, from the rage of an Asian

Obliteratin suckers that battle me, it's fatal to rat on me

For those that requestin relocation NO, permission denied

There's no escapin your fate not even suicide!

Push down the lever on the box, so I can explode

Drop like the bomb that's atomic onto the next load

No, I'm not just an image, I'm the reality

Living incarnation of the dark, side of mortality

A nightmare, brought to life - with the primary purpose

of making you DIE - cause my business is strictly homicide



[D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds]



[Lil' Nation]

The sound in the background, is the melodical rhythm of the Minister

M.C. Ren manufactured the beat symbolic and sinister

But step off, when I flow, listen to intuitions

Kick inhibitions, doin music which enter the C.P.O.

It's a method I kept in my autobiography

like a weapon to deaden the half-steppin that follow me

Before I dismember, burnt to a cinder, blacken they glimmer of hope

and wake em up when they dreamin they dope

I proceed to specialize when I'm hype and demesmerizin the

enemies that attack, then I figure,

that if they should succeed to get any bigger that I'ma have to trigger

Ren, the Ruthless excutioner of niggaz

So, come one, come all, keep your weapons intact

Didn't you know I was steppin with "The Villain in Black"

It's too late, to escape the spot, I'm havin none of it

So when the bass drops, prepare for perils of punishment

It's a thunderstorm, and up your ass I'ma take your victory flag

and.. STICK, you know from the first verse I'm a lunatic

But when it comes to death, I kill to see you die

for the thrill to commit a homicide



[D.J. Train cuts and scratches screaming sounds]



[movie dialogue]

[gun shots fired]

My mistake - four coffins