Blackout

Yo, Kane, let's get 'em

I'm talking blackout

Put lives to an end, fuck a tapout

All in together, we gon' wipe 'em

Wax in revenge mode, time for some action

Yeah, relentless, murderous intentions

The henchmen's garments is all

Black, that's the winners that pimp this

Caught up in my spell, smell exotic, blunt from different trees

Black gloves, bullets will fly when the 9's squeezed

Ghost and I thick as thieves, robbing the whole globe

Black polo, hooded, with Gucci robes with a nice grip

So when the blood hit the floor, I won't slip

Dynamic with my dialogue, you faggots is hog meat

Crack your cranium like crab claws if you cross me

Raging Bull in the booth, Mr. Kane is so raunchy

Death Row shit, fuck the lethal injection

Execute him and chop up his body in sections

Clean-cut butcher knives

X their eyes out

Nail 'em to a billboard

Let 'em dry out

Let me show you what crime about, I'm blowing your minds out

If you ain't ready to throat a nigga, then sign out

Nickel-plated 40's are blowing your spine out

Old-school Caddies with coke, come take a line out

Stingin' niggas for their jewels in their stash house

Snatch a nigga up by his butterfly, sing him a lullaby

Closed-casket, make sure his mother cry

You fuckin' with grimy guys, tunes are suicidal

And now we ain't homies, they call us the homicidal

Get ready for the mayhem, just call it my arrival

Bash him with a disco ball, it's the 70's

Drop a set of the Daily News so they remember these

Black bastards, ruthless killers

Watch me thrill ya

Party killers, we won't die

Hard-body, bitch-made cats is gonna fry

Solidify we're champions, youngins, we're bona fide

Wanna swim with the sharks, be my guest, go take a dive

The name of the game is Bloodsport

You won't make it out alive

I see what you trying for, so give it up

We terrorize shit, Kane and Ghost, lit it up