Hell on Earth, Pt. 2

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]

FlyGod

Ayo

Let the kitchen drench, so much remixing, we vicious

Out of Oakland in the Rolls, might've been one of Felix's

Stuck with the dealer's mentality

Bricks on top of squares on the bed, we work for God figure salary

Got the **** stench stuck in the walls, Dior goggles

Win a bag of ****, reeking of C.R.E.A.M

The gold bottle, drinking gold bottles, gun on my hip

I'm not a role model, bullets hit the air, I'll make your soul follow

I win the lotto in Tulum, caught him in the shower

Beat him with a mop and broom, his chopper's in the locker room

We doing operations, niggas left the zippers

I'm in the X-7, whole neck glitter

A cold world make the TEC shiver, don't test that

I be at where you rest at

So many chains on, *****es asking where my neck at (Where your neck at, nigga?)

The band on the TEC black, my nigga blew the trial

Heard he got mad [?] super max

Word is I'm diesel like Luger

Turned one to three and yelled "Hallelujah"

[Chorus: Sample]

Hallelujah, Hallelujah

We're going to see the king, ah, ah, ah

[Verse 2: Benny the Butcher]

It's crazy that I'm still talkin' yola, made a brick do yoga

I know 'bout hard white and them ex-con flights to Oklahoma

A pale heart, I'm Dale Earnhardt with a smoking motor

Black Sopranos, I took the oath full of Cosa Nostra

Did it my way, I got the most of these culture vultures

You gotta pay me what you owe, or nope, I won't consult ya

I did more numbers with half your budget, I hope it woke ya

I put a brick on my block and a yacht in the open ocean

The felon, I've been convicted, irrelevant what I'm spending

But what matter is I'm doing better than what's predicted

Mm, should've got a grammy, nah but **** it though

'Cause Royce and Freddie family ties

Frank Lucas video, the Miami vibe, this life crazy

Every minute someone recording you

They ask me if I feel famous now, nigga of course I do

Corporate moves, my office and my business resources grew

Took the long road, you niggas looking for shortcuts through

Expose who, nigga? I'm hood as a gold tooth

Hold two joints in the whip when I roll through the toll booth

I heard the albums niggas just put out, yeah those cute

But I'm the best, TT3, B.O.P, those proof

The Butcher, nigga

[Verse 3: Conway the Machine]

Look

Jordan pack 5s, gun metal something special

Used to serve yay, wordplay on Big Pun level

Smoke come out the barrel when the gun settled

Most you *******s in Arizona play the field like the Sun devil

I put some diamonds in hund basal, it's dumb yellow

I got a shooter in the New York, I call him Young Melo

I got some rope in the trunk, tape and one shovel

Long money, talking billions nigga, and I want several

Ain't worried 'bout them niggas, all them niggas puss'

Niggas ****-riding rappers real hard to get a look

I used to hustle on Doat St, the carbon in the bush

Bagging up at this fiend house, she shooting doggie in her foot, agh

I bought some water, watch how salty niggas look

Sneak dissing, same niggas used to call me for a hook, right?

I thought these niggas crooks, why all these niggas shook?

Griselda, we took shit over like how long it really took?

Look, my city is the wildest, I know niggas up in islands

Spin the yard, pull up bar, big as Iguodala

And lately I've been getting bigger dollars, talking digits with the commas

If it's smoke we spinning, ***** I promise

Look, ducking and hiding only get you bigger problems

'Cause if it take too long to find you then we visiting your momma, nigga

Yeah, I know them killers up in Dallas

Street nigga for real, boy my trigger finger callused

I see them pictures, them niggas needed stylists

People riding my ****, leaving opinions in my comments, nigga

I get my chef, any career I step on

The **** I look like putting a dress on?

[Outro: Conway the Machine]

You ****ing crazy, nigga?

Machine, *****

Out your ****ing mind, nigga