Blow Ya Head Off

If I had a dollar bill for every sucker that I killed
I'd be sitting on a mil
Blood and guts in my grill
Hot as hell, I wasn't born with the ability to chill
I don't care what people say, Bun B think I'm trill
Killmatic, spilling acid out my mouth, I'm a dragon
I'm snatching all your gold, I'm Bilbo Baggins
(Is you the Hobbit, bitch?)
I'm the king of the apocalypse
Conquering your planet while my posse push rocket ships
Motherfucker I'm from H-E Double Hockey Sticks
Training harder than the Russian in them "Rocky" flicks
Overload the computer
Overflowing the sewer
Overthrowing the ruler
Cut your fucking head off like Tortuga
I'm white as a Stormtrooper
IPhone porn shooter
Dominating whore abuser with power like the sun from 93 mil
This is how we kill from '93 til
Murder, murder everything, nobody's standing
I'm a black hole in your soul slowly expanding
I'm the crop circle maker where the mothership's landing
I'm a ghost who's lamping in an abandoned mansion
Watch the news while I drop these jewels
I got tubes in my veins full of rocket fuel
And for the flock who snooze
Rock snot box your crews
I pop shots at cops and cover forensic clues

And blow your head off, just for asking
"Who's the one rapping?"
(POO POW)
Cock back the hammer
And blow your head off, just for asking
"Who's the one rapping?"
(POO POW)
Cock back the hammer