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[Verse 1 – Bobo Phantom]
The name’s Bobo, I put sixteen in the hearse with a mean verse
Grab yo mama submerse headfirst with the bratwurst
Hit back, jerk, be the cat that gets slapped first
Known to flip a nigga backwards when the Gat burst
The typ’a flow, to make your whore moan, „it’s Bobo”
Full of rugged hormones, the type to break your jawbone
Battle me, i’m lyrically ill, i could kill 30 niggas
With my weapons concealed
I spit written ammunition with no apparitions
I’m driven by collision, i’m a vicious villain filling his
Rhythms with venom, to make pigeons listen and say they feel him
But wanna kill him while he spittin’ derision at women
Bitch keep talkin’ you gonna get your throat slit
Choke you til your body stiff and blue like poker chips and roach clips
Hold it? is that a strap that niggas holdin?
(gunshots) Shit nigga, get to foldin’
I’m higher than the Golden Gate’s suicide rate
Trash emcees get petrified of my mind-state
Fuck with me you get disarrayed and chopped up by the lead spray
Catch a backhanded bullet through your membrane
Like, it’s a nice day, kids play
Birds in the trees tweetin’ ’til they hear my AK
I’m rolling i bring the thunder, make niggas wonder
How i make em go „timber” and tumble like lumber
It’s the mac, i stick it to your back
Go „rat-a-tat-tat” and spray your spine all on your slacks
I attack, you collapse, i pick up my stacks and relax
Then i hop in the booth and murder these tracks
I’m a made man, main man like Satan
Give me a brain scan, then watch me fuck up your game plan
Kill a nigga for three Ks like the Klan
Born playa, bet i get more fish cake than Jay-pan
[Outro – Bobo Phantom]
Uh.. yeah.. Bobo Phantom
With the Exodus
Bringing the techs to this…
That’s how we do it, yo…
Bobo Phantom, coming for the ransom
So all you bitches put your hands up…
It’s the phantom… uh… yeah..
Get that shit right motherfucker…
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