("Rappers go six feat under") [x4]



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") [x4]



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") [x4]