Karate Chops & Glocks

[Chorus: Tha God Fahim]
Karate chops and Glocks, it's all about the cash crop
The footlocker pop and leave you stiff, dropped
So many shells comin' outta the box
I'm on the block smokin' pot

[Verse 1: Kungg Fuu]
I'm like a genie givin' out the last wishes
Blood witches, watch out for the snitches, end up missin'
Catch a body for a ticket, elaborate terminator
My flow's greater than a Godbody, that's the ultimatum
Dirty machete, two Glocks for quick action
Play stupid, I'm increasin' the madness
Trash bags is Glad, black gloves I had
On a mission, I'm reminiscin' on bullets that passed
By me, it could've hit me
My shit is classic, deliver dope to the masses

[Chorus]
Karate chops and Glocks, it's all about the cash crop
The footlocker pop and leave you stiff, dropped
So many shells comin' outta the box
I'm on the block smokin' pot (yo)

[Verse 2: Tha God Fahim]
My thoughts massive
Slayin' enemies with rusty axes
Unholy bullets'll blast you off the x-axis
Extort your taxes, dark assassin
Execute you in the moonlight, it's gladiator war
You get your torso torn with machete claws
Knock you out like Tylenol
Your body parts, they couldn't find at all
The dungeon-dweller, my a capella rock a fella
Might pop a fella, 'cause I ain't tryna box a fella
Ayo, what's the motherfuckin' statistic logistic?
I drop artifacts, ancient and mystic
My raps twisted, suplex a nigga, leave 'em twisted
I kill a man with my bare hands so they can't use ballistics
Stupid