RJ Payne, Benny the Butcher - Butcher Meets Leatherface lyrics

Black Soprano Family pAYNE, check

Now this feel like when DMX came
Uh huh, Leatherface, this the BSF gang
Call the EMS, we riding like the BMX games
Big heat, Big Meech with the BMF chain
See I train more rapider, chainsaw massacre
Heavy metal bullets knock the
Paint off your Acura
Sharpshooter, I can knock the
Fangs off of Dracula
Propane, I bought this cocaine into Africa
Huh word to Pellegrino, I am El Padrino
Got that Westside Gunn right in my El Camino
New Jack City, you die if you yell at Nino
Clips full of bald heads, bitch
I'm selling chemo
We the best, I got dozens of reasons
Benny ain't signed me neither
He summoned a demon
The bullets blossom out the gun
It's a wonderful season
Plant these dummies in the
Ground for underachieving
It's getting spooky, this a trippy vibe
Rap and deliver them beats, nigga
I'm Ricky Hyde
Black Soprano Family, hold the blicky high
We taking shots of whiskey
Right where Nipsey died
Henny and jewelry, plenty of toolery
Semi fit suitably
I'm a killer, that's why Benny recruited me
Millionaire nigga
Keep them pennies you threw at me
If you ain't talking sensibly
They gon' send me ya eulogy
Undisputably what the people need
This a massacre
Rap 'til I make the speakers bleed
This that audio dope, nigga
You eat and breathe swizz Beatz
I'm feeding you these Alicia Keys
They tried to call us thugs
Like that's all it was
Real life Goodfellas like Uncle Paulie was
Cold Colt 45s, let the 40 buzz
Ménage à trois with two burners
This the orgy club
My nigga Benny chose to pass the baton
Westside Gunn said they just drafted LeBron
Griselda Records, motherfucker
Ain't no matching the grind
Osama Bin Laden, I'm back with the bomb
It's PAYNE, I'm officially on the roster
Money and bitches, pistols and choppers
Backwoods and dutches, swishas and vodka
I don't do no riddles
You want your issue we got cha

Yo, uhh, when that Beretta spray
See how many your head'll take
Never bring me no featherweights
It's The Butcher and Leatherface
I need a five gram blunt just to medicate
It get harder when the
Coke and water separate
The realest niggas I know
Still sitting on that bunk
Surviving off contraband and two
Visit's every month
I'm the type that'll rob you
When I'm already up
These bars hit like a tank
You gotta live with every punch
I'm talking coke sells, all
Kind of shit, hotel, lotta brick
I'm at my plug house eating Rotel, nacho dip
In San Antonio but no Gregg Popovich
If he change his number on us
Just make sure your stocking fit
I sold every drug in the
City and then blew up
Like I just ate the same
Spaghetti that Em' threw up
BSF, you need a thousand bullets
To tend to us
Bag for my bitch they only make in Europe
Ask Shade, ask City Boy, fuck it ask God
How I ran this rap shit and never slacked off
You the one that bring it back
Never take your tax off
The game ugly but it's beautiful
Like a black swan yeah, I say the Butcher
Comin' and it's horror
Deuce and a quarter, feather in my fedora
Lighting trees like we're trying to
Burn down the forest
I'm on my Griselda shit, bullet
Sounds for a chorus, motherfucker
Argh! Black Soprano Family, nigga
Huh, yeah, The Butcher and Leatherface
Ayo, hold up ayo Payne, kill these niggas
Kill these niggas, aRGH!