You're scared straight as soon as G Rap penetrates
 You wanna escape  but you got a date to meet fate
 Run for your life when I'm starting
 Suckers are getting turned to missing motherfuckers on a milk carton
 Danger  when I rearrange and change a face  ace
 You're being replaced by a stranger
 I injure  and escape like a ninja
 You got struck by a fucking revenger
 A bullet inserted in your head, a shot got
 Murdered, nobody seen shit, nobody heard it
 Fuck around, the price is more than McDonald's pays
 And you can sing my blues to Billie Holiday
 Put your ass in my path and I'm a blast it
 Mind over matter, I burn like battery acid
 Terrorizing, sizing up the guys-a
 Finger on trigger, when I pull it, a bullet flys in
 G's a madman, came from the Badlands
 Crush niggas in my bare hands like beer cans
 Leaving a gash like the New York Slasher
 Showing my inches in a trench like a flasher
 You got a problem, I'm a problem solver
 Solve more problems with a .357 revolver
 Come near you pay dearly
 And I can barely hear when you talk so speak up clearly
 On a sole role, the golden mic holder
 And I flatten your ass just like a steam roller
 Pity for niggas I waste
 Try to disrespect, get the taste of a neck brace
 I got your ass on target
 You got beef? You better save it for the motherfucking meat market
 Rhymes choke you like a headlock
 If a sucker's asleep, I turn his shit into Bedrock
 Come on son, get done in
 Niggas are running like the redcoats is coming
 I enlist punk niggas that want some of this
 And what's left is the breath of a death wish

 ("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x)

 A pimp that loves shrimps and lobster
 And for a hobby I'm hitting niggas up like a mobster
 I got a story for each little poor territory
 The ghetto glory in all categories
 The death threats I received from the head vests
 I'm riffing, the suckers stiffen up like a dead pet
 The troop that stoops to brutality
 Giving all nationalities a taste of reality
 Kool G Rap is here to draw
 And any sucker that tries to beat him, you meet him in a morgue
 All victims unidentified, so check it
 You gotta see if it was the sucker from the dental record
 What I use to torture liars:
 Either fire, barbed wire, live wire, or pliers
 So you thought you could last?
 Go and get a green thumb because your ass is grass
 Eric B. is the undertaker
 His pockets swoll because he's rolling in more dough than a baker
 Quiet type, but I won't have it
 Cause when I swing with the boys I get noisy like traffic
 So if you know what I know, see what I see
 G Rap is down with a mafioso posse
 And I'm quick to go stick other suckers
 With a smile just like a sick motherfucker
 A bullet inside the sucker's guts and
 Hit butt and his nuts, we throw him in the Hudson
 This is for all the non-believers
 They receive a gash in their ass from a meat cleaver
 Don't even try to get fast
 You know the time because I'm 5 seconds off your ass
 A nightmare leaving you suckers breathless
 You stepping to Kool G Rap, then that's a death wish

 ("Rappers go six feat under") (Repeat 4x