Bang - Doap Nixon, Apathy, Celph Titled

Left check, right check, brass knuckles, knife check

Nine double-m, black talons that?

check

Sour diesel, purple haze?

cloned

Two albums, both classics, my fans is grown

City life ain’t nothing like the south dude

How this nigga run his mouth with a missing tooth?

Three masters, we all got padawans

Dudes trying to bust heat, we got bag of bombs

You got word that Celph got the south hitting

Ap’s up top, me I’m right in the middle

And I got these rappers trying to bite my flow

Lying to their fans like they’re really getting dough

I’m Richard Pryor in his first movie

I’m a vet, salute me, rap raw like sushi

We the three hottest niggas in the game now

Cock it back bang let it bang now

Bionic demonic evolution pollution of the soul gold-plated

Nickel-plated pistol that’s located

Sedated, straitjacket, I traffic narcotics

I’m cosmic, cookie-cutter pussy up or cut her I’m robotic

Magical when I’m pouring all these potions in the pot

Fucked up from all those years pops smoked pot, coke, and microdots

My sniper on the roof don’t blink from rifle shots

Ninja Gaiden moves when I scale up walls

Throw Chinese stars when I rhyme these bars

Spit-shine these scars, AP stand large

Leave your head covered red like Van Halen guitars

I’m 80's, kinda like Charles In Charge

New Edition and DeBarge and DeLorean cars

We harvest human bodies like alien farms

I’ll leave cuts on guts but not caesarian scars

I stay cap-peeling 'em, rap villain with a cape and cane

Passenger 57 bringing snakes on a plane

Sit you in the motherfucking exit row seat, blow the door off

Watch you soar, off the Testarossa speed

The metronome to my beat’s erratic like jungle music

I put a hole in your dome, don’t need a gun to do it

Yeah I’m fucking stupid

The Army of the Gods is certified, I cosign everyone I’m in a group with

I get it popping in here, yes Redenbacher is here

Robocop, Clarence Boddicker’s here

Seems like everybody’s scared whenever flying iron disperse

Pints will squirt, now your polo rugby is a Hawaiian shirt

And I insert sharp knives to your chestplate

You will shit without Kaopectate

We don’t spectate opening acts cause they probably suck

We slice through your crew, show you how to make a posse cut