[Verse: Cursed]
Omega the duece, fUCK, calling ah truce
Finger tighten ah noose, no sounds or a move
Or 9 straight pointed at yo muthafuckin dome
Got at chrome 44, make you gone, in a second
Talkin all that shit , this da fuckin resurrection
Taking no losses, only shootin to yo mid section
Coming out da kut with a laced up blunt
On the hunt, fo any busta wanna fuckin run up
Blowing smoke out this hut, on the run, tryna catch another nut
This 12 gauge Knuck bucks and this shit don’t give a fuck
The one eighty six, da doomshop shit
Dropping acid on some fuck you shit
Take you out inna verse, hear my name you dispurse
Bangin shots it gets worse, from the coffin to da hearse
Immerse , diverse, no plans or rehearse
Dropping bombs , feel tha burst, it’s tha legend, Cursed