Kill
Man.Machine.Industry Lyrics

The lifestyles of the cold and heartless (yea)
I am describing the way of living for those who lack compassion and sympathy.

My truth don't come to the light
What I express as my reality is not revealed to the public.

I write with the soul of darkness
I convey my thoughts with a gloomy and pessimistic attitude.

Throw your carcass back of the alley
I will abandon your corpse at the end of a deserted street.

Right by them golden arches
I will discard you near the McDonald's restaurant.

Rolled in carpet, body is rotten Was shockin' to know the charges
I concealed your lifeless being in a rug, and discovering the accusations against me was surprising.

So accomplished, the corner store is like my oval office
I have achieved excellence, and I consider the neighborhood store as my primary meeting place.

Slow and cautious, meticulous and sick when I load the cartridge
I take my time and act with great care when assembling my firearm, and I relish in the act of violence.

Blow your cartilage in a million pieces With a brilliant thesis
I will obliterate your nasal cartilage into countless fragments with a well-crafted argument.

I'm a god to these gangsters like a Sicilian Jesus
I am revered and exalted by these criminals like Jesus of Nazareth in Sicily.

Still a creature, spittin' fire 'cause I'm filled with ether
Although I am a human being, I breathe flames due to the high level of excitement and adrenaline in my body.

Steel'll greet ya, give 'em sixteen with the beam and spill his features
When you meet my gun, you will receive sixteen rounds of bullets that will destroy your facial appearance.

Fill the bleachers (woo) like I'm Jordan shootin'
I command the attention of the crowd like Michael Jordan while he's scoring points.

I'm the raw pollution, call the troops in The greatest, so what we all disputin'? (What we talkin' about?) Nigga, I never lost a victim (never) The Larkin ripped 'em
I am the epitome of urban decay and the ultimate warrior, so what is there to argue about? I cannot recount a situation where I lost, and my weapon, Larkin, gutted the opposition.

Then it's back to the long nose like I'm Larsa Pippen Bars are sickenin' I got across the system (yea) Y'all niggas lost your vision Read it in Braille, I'll be a source of wisdom
After using Larkin, I return to a firearm with a lengthy barrel like Larsa Pippen. I am confident in my ability to make a profound impact with my lyrics, and I believe my audience is oblivious to my message. For those who can't see, I offer my wise words as a guide encoded in Braille.

Ay, yo, check, I got Rugers for Judas and hollows for Donnie Brasco (fuck) Leave your fear of God holy and send you to meet apostles Before my rap was poppin' I pushed powder for nostrils (I did) In cahoots with wild violent dire moves, makin' plots to pop you
I have weapons for traitors and traitors' informants. You will face death without fear, and you'll have an audience with the twelve apostles. I traded in drugs for breathing purposes before I pursued music, and I collaborated with extremely violent individuals to plot your demise.

Send you to the upper room, fuck the hospital (fuck it) Leave your soul cozy in a box, like a Prada shoe (haha)
I'll send you to the afterlife instead of the hospital, and you will spend eternity in a box similar to a luxury Prada shoe.

Pretty ghetto thots who I decide to screw, but never hit it raw But have her traffic in her soft inside a condom too If I get knocked, she pop the pussy on a conjugal (uh-huh)
I choose to have sex with attractive women from impoverished neighborhoods, but I don't engage in unprotected sex. Nevertheless, she will smuggle something valuable in her soft inner self inside a condom. If the police apprehend me, we'll have intimate conjugal visits.

I came up the Con way, sellin' everybody food (I did) Acid, weed, pills and hard rock like Mötley Crüe Hard-headed, didn't give a fuck if mommy knew (sorry mommy) Turn one to two and then the clan fed
I made my fortune through criminal means by selling drugs and food to the people. My merchandise included a wide range of illicit substances, from LSD to marijuana, pills, and cocaine - just like the rock band Motley Crue. I was obstinate and didn't care about my mom's opinion. Furthermore, I transformed one stock into two to feed my clan and family.

Took a oath that I would slice the throat of any Danny Hernandez (fucker) Had six nines in my possession but I sold 'em all Never tell you motherfuckers to who, I know protocol
I swore to cut the throat of anyone named Danny Hernandez. I once owned six powerful firearms, but I disposed of them all, and I cannot reveal the identity of the buyer. I follow the rules of secrecy and codes of conduct.

The food stamps transformed to Franklins and filet mignon (uh-huh) Truffle butter swiggin', ace of spades like it's Évian Dick ridin' rappers, I slide off with your baby mom ( I will) Have her testin' out molly batches in a lacy thong
My food assistance benefits evolved into hundred-dollar bills and high-quality steak. I sip truffle butter and the finest champagne, Ace of Spades, like it's a basic drink such as Évian water. I have sex with other rappers' partners and evaluate different varieties of MDMA in a provocative lingerie outfit.

We rob Paul, pop Peter, sold eighths to John Mother Mary and Joseph until my paper long
We steal from Paul, kill Peter, sell small quantities of drugs to John, and resort to any illegal activities that my finances require to remain rich. We disrespect religion, including Mary and Joseph, as long as it helps us achieve financial success.

Look, I'm Thanos with the gauntlet They know they don't want this (nah) You niggas Play-Doh, they gon' spray your mom's shit (brrt)
I am like Thanos with the ultimate weapon, and everyone is aware that they do not want to challenge me. You are soft and malleable, like Play-Doh, and they will shoot and kill your mother without remorse.

They so heartless, ain't no compassion, nigga, ain't no conscience They carry FN's they gon' take precautions (boom, boom, boom, boom) They know Con get crazy at the minimum, he gon' take your arm with One of the missiles that my draco launches (brrt)
They are ruthless and lack any feelings of empathy or morality. They are heavily armed with FN firearms, and they are extra cautious. They understand that I am capable of losing control easily and can potentially remove one of your limbs with one of the projectiles from my Draco gun.

That's why when I say, "What's shakin'?" Ain't no responses (what's been shakin'?) Drumwork mafia gang, bitch, they gon' bomb shit Hardest shit in the streets, I shake the Tri-state
People are afraid to reply when I greet them with, "What's shakin'?" I am affiliated with the powerful Drumwork Mafia Gang, and we are prepared to destroy anything with a bomb. We are the toughest people in the region, and I have instilled fear throughout the New York, New Jersey, and Connecticut area.

Look nigga, you gamblin' with your life You know it's high stakes (it's high stakes, nigga) Water was too hot, make that mayo jar and that pot break (fuck) Fucked up a quarter-brick, man that shit had me irate
You are risking your life by challenging me. The stakes are extraordinarily high. The water was too hot, and the jar of mayonnaise and the pot broke. I became agitated when I wasted a quarter-brick of drugs.

Big Ghost, fuck it, sample the noise my fork and pot make (hahaha) 25K for a feature, nigga, that's my rate (that's my rate) They say they gon' do somethin' to me? Well, I cannot wait (I'm waitin') We gon' shoot up your wake, nigga Fuck niggas can't even die safe (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I will include the sound of my eating utensils and cooking instruments in my music without hesitation. My rate for a feature is twenty-five thousand dollars. If someone threatens me, I am eager to retaliate. I will carry out a shooting at your funeral. Enemies cannot avoid death even in death.

And for you, buck, buck, buck, 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck And for you, buck, buck, buck, 'Cause I don't give a motherfuck
I will shoot at you multiple times because I do not care about your well-being or your life.