(feat. Block McCloud, Ill Bill)



[Block McCloud:]

Yeah

Day By Day

Uncle Howie

Brooklyn Ac

The holy trinity nigga

Check this



See Block McCloud sitting on a stoop in Brooklyn

Don't step you might slip like a fiddler on a roof

Fans respect Block cause what I'm spitting is the truth

Nasty nigga, love a groupie licking on her cooch

Cause I don't give a fuck, down a bottle of my jaw stuff

With only a night, looking for more sluts to force fuck

Ironic how the liquor make me vomit

Like denying me the things that I love will make me want it even more

Like a hard to find Brooklyn Ac track

To a fan that keep looking cause I'm cooking that crack

It's like karma, what goes around comes around

What goes up must come down, coming out the fucking underground

We surfacing from the church of sin

Uncle Howie work the single, Day By Day made the CDs you're purchasing

Niggas with bad karma, shed 'em like a serpent's skin

Murdering foes dead like blood curdling



[Chorus:]

Karma's a bitch

Fuck anybody who snitch

Have the police wondering whose body is this

See the cut that make sure the payback's enormous

Have us begging for mercy from a god that scorns us

Karma's a bitch

Fuck anybody who snitch

Have the police wondering whose body is this

See the cut that make sure the payback's enormous

Have us begging for mercy from a god that ignores us



[Ill Bill:]

I'll make the hallow tip explode in your brain homie

The sound of it will leave you cold and defamed wodie

When hypothermia sets in, the reaper's calling

Rising off the crucifix like it's Easter morning

Everything turn black when my heat is talking

And everybody wear black when they see your coffin

Your apocalypse perhaps is me achieving glory

Sitting on a jewel throne whores kneel before me

I'm a legend on these streets my people adore me

Storm the streets with loyalty and go to war for me

Run up in your crib an pop a sawed off on me

And jump right in front of a bullet if it's coming towards me

I'm a cross between the most morbid disease and a swarm of bees 

Leaving you horrifically tortured and deceased

While you feast on goats and dance for Satan

You wake up in another life a brain cancer patient



[Chorus]



[MF Grimm:]

Wild in a wheelchair like Lieutenant Dan

Feds follow me around in a blue tinted van

That's first unit, second unit, their van's tan

Black helicopters on top with a scan

Manson, even while in prison

Warned you about me, but you didn't listen

Switch picture, I run the world

Karma's a bitch and my name is Earl

Why would I, look what you done to me

I'ma kill you, you better run from me

It's a horror flick don't run in woods dummy

You's a punk but you hide it real good money

Thrown in a trunk, you riding in the hood money

Lay down and die, I really think you should money

Come out your pockets, I'm Roy Demeo

Come out your sockets, your arms and your legs go

Kickbox bitch, no love this way

Cut your head off, save it for a trophy

You mother, make her more upset

Dig casket up, dump the body on her doorstep

Shoot your carcass, bonus little death threat

That's nothing, you haven't seen our best yet

Cremate can't find where the hash is

Get the bamboo, roll up your ashes

Light it up, this high is the fastest

We get about a brick from you, you gonna last us

Everyone know I'm quick to bust a gat

Disrespect my flow, I'll murder you for that

Hide body, throw a party, picnic where you at

Side bar lawyers talk, beat the murder rap

Seeking for the max, evidence is wax

No one is safe so suckas watch your back