Conway The Machine, Westside Gunn - Undertaker vs. Goldberg lyrics

Brr boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom,  boom
Doot,  doot doot, doot, doot,  doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot
Doot,  doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom
Boom, boom, boom, boom
Ayo doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot

Ayo, I heard a hundred shots
Where the shells at?
(Shells at, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Shell catchers on a stick out the Hellcat
(Skrt) i fuck so-and-so, but I fell back
(But I fell back) these bitches ain't shit


I thought I'd tell that
(Thought I'd tell that)
Pulled up slow, I had the Bs on the wheels
(Ah) left my cellie eleven years ago
He locked up still (Free Black)
Richard Mille red band
You lookin' like a dead man
Undertaker versus Goldberg
(Ah) , Pyrex, I wanna thank you
Ayo, the TEC was a throwaway
(Brr) , these base from the older days
This for my niggas in mess
Hall eatin' kosher trays
Pray you come home soon, my niggas got on rue
My bitch got on Margiela
I fucked her on Porsche leather (Skrt)
Niggas on the yard on our blood shit (Ah)
The fresh came home and didn't drop it (Ah)
Your baby mom's trash
I had to dog the bitch
(I had to dog the bitch) new work, old stove
Pyrex I wanna thank you (Thank you)

This contest is scheduled for one fall
Goldberg from Death Valley, the Undertaker

Brr griselda
Brr

Ayo, over the stoves, rockin' Hugo
Free Sly out the you know (Ah)
The new king of New York, lord
I got the Hugo trappin' out the fiend spot
The bitch had section 8
One deal went real bad
We had to wet the place (Brr, brr)
Denims Mankind
I'm talking Foley with the leather face
My coke got a better taste
Legend wrote on my resume (Ah)
Gold if you ask me, gave hope if you ask me
Why he so flashy? The MAC in the back seat
(Brr)
Got crack on the rap sheet, that's a fact
(That's a fact)
If one of us gets caught, nigga, never rat
(Never rat)
Make sure whoever get caught, nigga
Lock a fat (Ah)
Get the CO to bring a phone in, nigga
I hit you back (Ring)

Let me hit you right back, nigga hol' up

Uh, free the homies locked in correctional
Know niggas in upstate prisons and
Those that's in federal (Standin' tall)
Disrespect the crew and we catch you
Then we stretchin'
You drop a bag and have it done by
One of your niggas next to you
Hit was done so exceptional
Police thought it's professional
Left a few fingers in the mailbox
We buried what's left of you (Ha ha ha)
Yeah, that's how them niggas in GxF'll do
The chain and the watch got VSs too, bitch
Let us through (Uh, huh)
Yeah, masterpieces on the arm, nigga (Cash)
My shooter play with drums and
He love to perform, nigga
(Brr) i had to switch the band
Now I rock the orange Richard
Flow nasty like corn liquor, I'm the don
Nigga (I'm the don, nigga)
You palm blickers, I'm a Dom sipper (Ah)
R&B bitches play with they
Pussy to Con pictures (Ha ha ha)
Yeah, they love my songs
Now my mom's richer (Cash)
One of my homies overdosed
He sniffed the wrong mixture
(Rest in peace, homie)
Uh, it was fentanyl in the batch (Uh)
No question, y'all
I'm a legend off of these raps
(Talk to 'em) disrespect the squad
I be lettin' off with this MAC
(Boom, boom, boom)
Hollow tips from my weapon all in his back
(Ha) if we catch him, it's curtains
We gon' wet him and murk him
Any beef I had is finished
Shit is yet to resurface
Them bullets hit Machine in
His head and neck, didn't hurt him
Now we on Hitler 7
West, we definitely workin', ah
(We workin', nigga, yeah)

Now, tonight
Tonight, some lucky lady's dream is
About to come true
And if you don't know what that means
You're about to find out