Ransom, RJ Payne - There Will Be Blood lyrics

Yeah shit terrifying, man
Y'all should be really terrified, boy
Yeah, uh huh

Payne and Ransom, we aim and got 'em
Grave and solemn
Solemnly swear to tear 'til
Your frame is rotten
Save your problems (Save that shit)
I'm the rapper's version of David Goggins
Pain is throbbin' enter my sight and
I will erase your login face your goblins
(Ah) , that's eye-to-eye with your demons
I'm side by side with these
Heathens to my surprise, i'm the reason
I'm idolized in these regions
The fakest dudes I could break in two
Get taken, too - you feelin' like Liam
Neeson or Rae Carruth?
Let's play the truth, show 'em the ropes
'Cause I'm 'bout to raise the noose
I'll break the truce
Put holes in your throat the
Size of a basic fruit (Doo doo doo doo)
Just lace your boots
You ain't prepared for war if
You scared to draw
I'll paint the roof, the sixteen chapel
Grapple and shake the booth this fake abuse
(Whoo)
Who really want drama with Young Osama?
1-0 bomba, I don't ever miss
Shells from the gun, your Honor
One who ponders (yeah)
Gets caught lackin' back of
His mother's Honda son'll bomb ya
Got some African killers that's from Ukanda
I'm a mamba (Let's go)
I hustle like Master P with a half a ki
A slab at least
I turn a fantastic feat to a drastic leap
I know some killers that love to put in work
That won't last a week
You askin' me? The art of
Tranquility's how you master peace
You half-asleep, I snuck in a plastic piece
I'ma smash the streets
A bastard's speech you ever seen acid
Leak on a classic beat?
The last degree, I'm hotter
Than molten lava, the old Sinatra
Glass of Clic'
(Shit) , or maybe some golden vodka
Unload the chopper, r-r raa!

My soul or chakras cold as a COVID doctor
The old Baraka boulder chopper
Baggin' up pillows the size
Of Oprah knockers
Tote the locker like I'm from Opa-locka
Close to lockup bitch, whatever
We stick together like Ghost and Tasha
Smoke with Rastas
This drink for my daddy, let's toast to Papa
Quote a boxer, and nigga
We get it shakin' like both maracas
Smokin' proper these rappers are pussy
They soakin' boxers, choke imposters
Pull up on niggas shootin', like
"No que pasa" bust a move
I got somethin' big in the trunk
We ain't friends, it's fuck you, nigga
Suck my dick from the jump
The Russian stick with the pump
Rubber grip on the front and UFOs are real
I sat in the mothership with a blunt
Payne - I'm inexplicably great
The dispensary got me high
As the penitentiary gates
Press so hard on the paper
Pen eventually breaks
The MAC-10'll empty a quarter
Century in your face
It fell in my lap, I'm tellin' the facts
Fellas adapt any issue? We pistol whip you
Until your skeleton crack out for the paper
That's how I fell in the trap
Let a bullet battle my haters, then
We can sell it to Smack, nigga
I'm the greatest alive, blatantly
Ain't a surprise
I knew it the day that God created me
Stay inside
Bullets'll paint your ride creatively
They get robbed
Depending what they decide to say to me
Payne