Butcher Meets Leatherface

[Intro: RJ Payne]
Black Soprano Family
PAYNE, check

[Verse 1: RJ Payne]
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

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]
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 visits 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

[Outro: Benny the Butcher]
Argh!!!
Black Soprano Family, nigga
Huh, yeah, The Butcher and Leatherface
Ayo, hold up
Ayo Payne, kill these niggas, kill these niggas, ARGH!!!