Artillery

Ah, ah, artillery

So it's hard to get rid of me

**** say I'm a marked man, but they ain't marking me physically

I'm a pace setter so I'm starting it instantly

Ah, ah, artillery

Ah, ah, artillery

Ah, ah, artillery

So it's hard to get rid of me

Militant man with a brilliant plan

I might plead it innocent hand, that's a William scam

But not only William can

Pull it off, fuck 'em, pull off a trillion, fam

No fluke, no incident

Don't you ever think the only killer is Cam

I'm sicker with a stick than Sam when he's chasing a buddy

Letting off a shotgun, there goes another hot one

It's curry (Whoa), you better hurry home

Dumb-dumb sit in dummy's (Bones)

Unlucky (Homes) I'm old school like a runny (Nose)

Strap on the stage when I spit, but I don't need that to cop these shows

And I'm nobody's hubby, so

If you see me with a slutty hoe, you know it's a quick one

Like, come we go

Back to the war, so many enemies on my case

That I can't relax anymore

They're all talking, nobody's telling me to my face

Maybe 'cause I'm carrying a sword

Dead man walking, the cemetery awaits

I'm engaged to my gun, so I'm marrying a whore

Non-stop, letting off when I draw black bags outside like a charity store

But there ain't no clothes in 'em

Just bodies with holes in 'em

One, two, three loads of them

Four, five, six casket closed for them

Seven, eight, nine let me reload again

I'm stone-cold, my face ain't got no emotion, and

My foes know when I comes to the beef, I'm sub-zero

'Cause they're on a frozen ting

Hands in the air when the mandem appear

Sometimes I wake up like, damn my career

I'm scorcher, it's a ransom affair

There ain't a man that I fear, 'cause I can make a man disappear

For a grand, be aware

There's man that would do that gladly

Keep going on like you don't actually care

And I swear, they'll have your whole family scared

(What?) You'll see the insanity, clear

Picture that like a gallery, queer

(What?) Foresee the future

Or see the shooter

Surely remove ya

Brain out the back of your head for feeling super

Like nothing can't dent Clark Kent, well I'd be the type to attempt

(Yeah) I'm Lex Luther, I'll step to ya

World domination, get used to the fact that I am back

And I'm a let loose

An atomic bomb the size of St. Lucia

Wait, that's an exaggeration

But when it comes to my gun, it's masturbation

It's bussing, and if you don't know, I'll fill a **** in like an application

This ain't American X, put his teeth on the curb

Now smack the pavement

I'm go running like I can't wait to die

Yeah, well, I ain't never had any patience

Man'll be waiting outside in the car

**** outside of your yard

I got man parallel, diagonal, and adjacent

All angles, and I got tricks up my sleeve like big Paul Daniels

I don't give a shit how many **** you're with, prick

They're all candles, I'll light 'em up like a lighter does

Your defense ain't saying one

Call Campbell and Rio Ferdinand

But don't think that G won't murder man

I'm like, fam, this ain't an act, it's all actual shit that I've done

Shit that I did, shit that I'm gonna do, shit that I think

Some man are all putting it on, it's not at all natural

Stop all the bad boy poses

None of you are bad boys, bad boys know this

You can put a scar on your face and bass in your voices

But we know you're still moist, bitch

Beef? I'd rather avoid it

It's pointless, but I've been poisoned by the manor I've been living in

Man are on the killing ting, like we live where the oil is

My blood's boiling

Man wanna wet me up, but I've already been anointed

So, my only choice is

Is take this shit like a toilet

Or, go hard like a coin is

So now, I'm in deep like oysters

I'm looking at certain man (What?)

And I can see what the 'roids did

But I'm not gonna take that route

Skinny **** with an eight-pack, how? (How?)

Head to knees, then lay back down

A hundred and fifty times a day

It's hard to maintain that, wow

Pump up, tone up, weights in a gym

Gun back a donut, straighten the chin

Dumb fucks roll up, waving a ting

One bus, hold up, blaze in a wind

Never hate anyone or anything

Never hit anything or anyone, okay, check, one, two, gun to the head

(Bang!) Payback's a bitch

(Bang!) I ain't one to forget

(Bang!) So I'll spray that and split

When forensics got to the scene and saw the wounds

They said it must be a tech

Yeah, must be a tech

Name's GH and I'm fucked in the head