The Master - Ransom

Ay Craven

Yeah man, this shit is gorgeous right here

It’s glorious, it’s the perfect backdrop

Let me paint this scene for y’all

Shit is gory, man

Yeah (I'm tellin' y’all man)

Look, look, let’s get it

Look, first time I seen a face explode was about eight years old (true)

My mama prayed so she can save my soul (our Father)

It changed my goal seein' brains exposed (yeah), no one explained it though

Everything is lit when you livin', but ya grave is cold (yeah)

Y’all don’t really want it with Duffle, ain’t no exchangin' blows

Shotties blow you out of ya fit, look like you changin' clothes (bla-ouw!)

Yeah, you heard them painful groans

Choppers hang you up when they ring, think you should change ya tone

Honestly I’m one of the greatest, but never claimed his throne

I don’t need no spins on ya playlist, my shit’s engraved in stone (yeah)

These labels got too many slaves to own

That’s why I’m workin' behind the scenes to get somethin' for y’all to claim

and own (let's go)

King Leonidas when he reigned in Rome, painted scrolls

Ancient poems, buried by kings right where they laid his bones (woo!)

Yeah, still y’all remain some clones

Hope you die a horrible death and suffer in pain alone (yeah)

Became apparent I was raisin' chrome, high as any plane or drone

Killers with guns that they never aimed and blown (bla-ouw!)

Wire taps that got arranged in phones

Don’t be that nigga that’s comin' back from that party and find a stranger home

For real man, yeah

Ah man, this shit is luxurious

Ha, this, this this torture is luxurious

You hear that

Oh, oh, yeah, let’s get it