The Horns of Abraxas

Okay, check this out, man, let me tell you a story About doing a fucking favor for a friend, right We get in the car, I start driving He want me to dump it somewhere in Long Island Like out in some, you know, marsh Or some wild field or some bullshit That wasn't something unexpected 'Cause the nigga been doing dirt for years He gets in, he gets out, but this time it's the Feds So I know it's serious business Heads or tails, death or jail The road to success was hell With the bones of the dead soldiers we left a trail Your soul just left your shell (woo) The cobra shed it's scales, the coke was Pelle Pelle (Pelle) The rose Rollie' pink Champelle Handlin' pills, Sam Cassell, slide on 'em (slide on 'em) Hit em' up style, Blu Cantrell, you can't tell? (Right before your very eyes with no surprise) Uh, the final level like ice, this a zeitgeist I bit the red Mike And Ike Put out your lights like you got hit by Iron Mike with the right I'm just on the mic, exorcising my rights (Uh) Wild life, bite your windpipe I'm not the type you wanna pick up at night tryna hitchhike (Uh) Look what I did with just a kitchen knife The only thing missing was spice, I always had this particular vice (Uh) (Right before your very eyes with no surprise) (Talk) I fantasize about a Fantacide (Uh) I'm standing over your dead parents fanning flies (Woo) The Porsche Panamera it flies (Flies nigga) I'm wearing fear of God but I don't even fear God (Woo) The cardiologist can't hear my heart (Woop) I'm dark, did a lot of robberies in the Skylark (Yup) Left tire marks (skrrt), all this ice, it don't hide my scars The firearm, it belong on a tripod (Uh) Got this far without even trying hard Imagine if I apply my smarts (Marci') So I was gloved up, I ain't left no prints in the motherfucker So I'm like, "Yo, this shit is just abandoned" So, my curiosity got to me Said, "Why does this shit stink?" Right? I pop the trunk and listen my nigga Two dead bodies in the back of the trunk Plastic bags over they heads, covered in maggots Maggots, two dead motherfuckers I'm looking at this shit, I'm like, "This nigga"