[Intro]
"We do three, huh? One, two, three, three
[Thirstin Howl III]
I ain't scared to play (Three)
Let me see that. Whatchu thought?
You're not playin' this game right—look
You gotta spin it, spin it, just like that
Spin the barrel. I'ma TRY IT!
SPIN THE BARREL! Watch, I ain't scared
SPIN THE BARREL! WATCH THIS, WATCH! {*BLAM*}
[Hook] {*overlaps TH3 above*}
You get one shot, once chance to bust—who bust first?
First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette
You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first?
First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette
[Verse 1: Thirstin Howl III]
Poured blood, ignored love
Even swore I trusted a little devil, in all us
The motive that keeps cheatin' wives, lawns cut
At a boilin' temperature before I'm even warmed up
At the speed of thought
Thug niggas fightin' for a needless cause
All you hear is, "John they're stealing!"
When we in the stores
Uncommon valor with the French make players
Take the bench above the rim without touchin' the net
Thirsty, greedy, sometimes desperate
When I lock rap down, I'ma booby trap the exit
Barricade the entrance
Turn demonic screamin' into harmless careless whispers
No challengers, winnin' the belt
If I say I'm top notch, I'll be just limitin' myself
Emcees bore me like, elevator music
Street panhandlers with resalvaged sewage
All A&R's, [bling-you-fit?]
If life's a bitch, I'm one of her two kids
A motherfucker, if the shoe fits
If rap was a school, I'd be teachin at Yale's institution
Brooklyn Hard Rock, with a toothpick
Threatenin' your life and safety, with new risk
Skillionaire... after I burn emcees
I give 'em information on free clinic care
[Hook]
You get one shot, once chance to bust—who bust first?
First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette
You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first?
First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette
[Verse 2: Mr. Metaphor]
My lyrics sprout like a Brussel, son
I get you open like a clam or a mussel
I might jam my knuckle
Breakin' down walls like brick-face and stucco
Eat you like a thick steak, you fuck-o
Whip you with my belt buckle—you wanna scuffle?
I pull your cards while you shuffle
I bag your bitch like a duffle
Then grill you like a waffle
You'll fall like -lafel
I remove your tonsils
I'm housin' kids like youth hostels
Inhalin' forest fires, blowin' trees out my nostrils
Takin' underground and carvin' pipes out of fossils
I wet you up like ponchos on a dark stormy night
And spark forty mics
I'll beat you up like forty dykes in Brooklyn
You'll get taken, tooken, for every nook and cranny
I'll stick your daughter and the nanny
Take your baby's candy
Grab the brandy out the cabinet
Take any found inhabitant
And make his mind inadequate, I spit my lyrics accurate
Immaculate—it's hard to capture it
You don't got half my wit—you better find an advocate
To plead your rapture
I'm leavin hands in the air; you leave in laughter
Stuck in the intro; I'm on the final chapter
[Hook]
You get one shot, once chance to bust—who bust first?
First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette
You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first?
First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette
[Verse 3: Pumpkinhead]
I play roulette with five bullets in the revolver
The problem solver, rhyme evolver, descend into Ghana
Usin' the marijuana to blaze niggas like lava
Hot like sippin' java in the sauna
I'm cold blooded like iguanas
My rhyme takes form
Cock back the hammer on the biscuit, I make storms
The weather wizard who hopes to never visit
Heaven's limits. My arms cross in b-boy positionin'
Mix hydro with nitroglycerin. Pose with the mic
In a tight, hold lyrics hard like pistol-whippin'
I studied alchemy and mysticism
But still quick to cut you like Crips in prison from a distant vision
I'm about to pull the trigger, gotta make a quick decision
The sweat trickle clouded my wisdom, lost my religion
I guess that's the cost of livin' in this world with no girl
No jewels or pearls; unfurl my new script
My thoughts are suicidal-sick
I pull the trigger all I hear is a click
My thoughts is sick. I pull the trigger—all I hear is was a...
{*BOOM*}
[Verse 4: Block McCloud]
Then I rise and shine from lies that blinded mind's eyes
And ties that bind to find your rhymes are dime-sized
Compared to mine. You got no concepts
Eatin' from my table of contents
Take words out of my context
My language is, like Arabic, too complex
Got you mixed like marriages
My songs flex from my larynx
Plex you like a labyrinth
I'll stab you with, my dagger if you have a riff
The block hit, toxic material that's hazardous
You bring life, like Christ to Nazareth, then Lazarus
Fabulous how I react with presents to rap gifts
In fact, it's radioactive flows that hold you captive
Trapped in zones, homes is where this rapper roams
In catacombs, trappin' poems that stay with you like chaperones
Controller in the dark like Napolean Bonaparte
To get stoned I spark
Bones and burn poems like Joan of Arc
[Hook] (x2)
You get one shot, once chance to bust—who bust first?
First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette
You get one shot, once chance to bust, who bust first?
First to get slayed, playin' Russian roulette
