There’s No Wi-Fi in Valhalla

Yeah, one two, Pack Pistol Pazzy
Heavy Metal Kings, Billy Idol, listen

Trust me money
You don't wanna get into a tussle
He murdered over nothing and I
Did it on a muscle
We need to be discussing how
To hit another hustle the gun is too big to
Ever fit into the duffle
This ain't nothing new ahki
This is how we do things
And I'll be swinging Epps like I
Was listening to 2 Chainz
A great white shark on top
Of the fucking food chain
The accu-bomb range
Bullets longer than a shoestring
You talking to a maniac who
Started on the bottom tier
Cut so many people you would think
I had a barber chair rob a rich motherfucker
Quicker than ObamaCare
The tetragram sign front of yard
In the driver chair
Asked me for a burro so I gave him a taste
And a blickie had it pussy
Getting sprayed in his face
The AK have his body leaning like an endo
He see a full eclipse cause
I gave him the extendo

One gun line 'em up!
Two gun line 'em up!
AR-15, infrared beam line 'em up!
One gun line 'em up!
Two gun line 'em up!
Infrared beam, AR-15 line 'em up!

The assault of the goons
Walking to my author of doom
An awesome assortment of mooks and
All because of the shrooms
My mindframe is distorted and odd
Like Omar Suarez in the car bent
Offering jobs extorted the mob
Got the whole planet's cornered and robbed
Got a pistol in your mouth like
It's corn on the cob
Spit murder, purple date promos
And live forever like a
Cliff Burton bass solo
Heavy Metal Kings, Despicable Me
Step out of first class Air
France dipped in Supreme gucci chain
Used medallion and the fistful of green
My angels of death dressed
Like pistols with beams
Rambo knives, my rhymes be dipped in fatigues
Tour the world with my goons
We're an invincible team
My hitters are mean
Killers and guerillas that scheme
Killing machines ready to die
By living the dream