SHOOTOUT AT THE CYCLONE - Gorilla Twins, Ill Bill, Nems

Extra queso, lobotomy, my brain is Liquid Drano

Ran through your mama’s

Take a life

Soviets

My clientele phony like Madonna’s

My goons all convicts

Rappers and black rabbis, goons with ice picks

The goons don’t fucking move unless I say so

Might fuck your bitch depending on how my day goes

Gorilla Twins, that’s the brand you can’t trust

All of these rappers is fake fucks

Y’all hate us, because we don’t wear leggings and makeup (NAH!)

We don’t do that!

Point em' out, who dat?

Move back hit them

Coney Island, this is my home

Shootout at the Wonder Wheel

You know the fucking deal

Put my entire fist up your ass like a puppeteer

Word, I sit back and observe

Gorilla versus bird

That ain’t ketchup on your shirt, shootout at The Cyclone